A Lie Hides The Truth.

I've Always Known A Lot Of Very Bad People, Destructive, Brutes Of A Certain Kind. Then I've Seen These Lovely Impulses And What Not, And They've Stayed With Me And Comforted Me.

A Lie Hides The Truth. A Story Tries To Find It.

People Steal Into One's Consciousness And Occupy What Seems, In Retrospect, To Have Been Their Place All Along.

My First Job Was Working In A Dress Shop In Los Angeles In 1940, For $7 A Week.

You'll See Some Bad Things, But If You Didn't See Them, They'd Still Be Happening.