From a very old issue of The Paris Review (Issue 198, Summer 2009) Gay Talese reveals some of his writing quirks:
Here is just one excerpted example...
"Usually I wake up in bed with my wife. I don't want to have breakfast with anyone. So I go from the third floor, which is our bedroom, to the fourth floor, where I keep my clothes. I get dressed as if I'm going to an office, ... What I am really doing is going downstairs to my bunker. In the bunker there's a little refrigerator, and I have orange juice and muffins and coffee. Then I change my clothes."
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