Words are nets through which all truth escapes. Paula Fox More Quotes by Paula Fox More Quotes From Paula Fox My life was incoherent to me. I felt it quivering, spitting out broken teeth. Paula Fox teethfeltbroken The truth came slowly like a story told by people interrupting each other. Paula Fox truthstoriespeople There was no way to grasp the reality of the present which slid away each second, invisible as air; reality only existed after the fact, in one's vision of the past. Paula Fox airrealitypast Imagination has to do with one's awareness of the reality of other people as well as of one's own reality. Imagination is a bridge between the provincialism of the self and the great world. Paula Fox bridgesselfreality If a person had accused him of meanness, he could have defended himself. But with a dog - you did something cheap to it when you were sure no one was looking, and it was as though you had done it in front of a mirror. Paula Fox mirrorsdonedog You'll see some bad things, but if you didn't see them, they'd still be happening. Paula Fox happeningsstillsifs Literature is the province of imagination, and stories, in whatever guise, are meditations on life. Paula Fox educationalinspirationallife I don't like to listen to music while I'm working. Paula Fox listening-to-music I have a painter's memory. I can remember things from my childhood which were so powerfully imprinted on me, the whole scene comes back. Paula Fox childhoodremembermemories I like to cook; it is, for me, a happy combination of mindlessness and purpose. Paula Fox combinationcookspurpose There's a certain amount of tyranny in all of us to some extent, and in some people it's much more developed than in others. It's a different balance which makes us all different. Paula Fox balancedifferentpeople In my early twenties, that's when I really began to write. Before that, I was too busy working, keeping myself going. Paula Fox twentiesbusywriting My first job was working in a dress shop in Los Angeles in 1940, for $7 a week. Paula Fox dressesjobsfirsts I don't know what makes a writer's voice. It's dozens of things. There are people who write who don't have it. They're tone-deaf, even though they're very fluent. It's an ability, like anything else, being a doctor or a veterinarian, or a musician. Paula Fox doctorsvoicewriting 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. Paula Fox lovelykindpeople My father brought me a box of books once when I was about three and a half or four. I remember the carton they were in and the covers with illustrations by Newell C. Wyeth. Paula Fox illustrationfatherbook When I begin a story at my desk, the window to my back, the path is not there. As I start to walk, I make the path. Paula Fox encouragementstoriesmotivational When I had a few francs, I spent them at a café on the Place de Longchamps, a block or so from my pension, where I could order a glass of Beaujolais and a plate of string beans in vinaigrette for the equivalent of fifteen cents. Paula Fox parisblockglasses And what movies we saw! All the actors and actresses whose photographs I collected, with their look of eternity! Their radiance, their eyes, their faces, their voices, the suavity of their movements! Their clothes! Even in prison movies, the stars shone in their prison clothes as if tailors had accompanied them in their downfall. Paula Fox moviestarseye
