Eve Babitz

For the first six months, all whe wanted was honest labor, finely crafted novels, and surf.

I wasn't as used to the new dumb questions, so when men I had once thought of as wise daddies now asked me 'How do you write?' I did not try and spill red wine in their suede pants. I would just smile and say, 'On a typewriter in the mornings when there's nothing else to do.'

It was all balance. But then, she already knew that from surfing.