... a fact about photography: we can look at people's faces in photographs with an intensity and intimacy that in life we normally only reserve for extreme emotional states - for a first look at someone we may sleep with, or a last look at someone we love.

Fanaticism comes in as many flavors as there are human beings.

If you're being attacked from all sides, it's possible you're doing something right; it's also possible that you are doing everything wrong.

We don't know that we've lost half a minute from our lives but we feel it somehow, we feel its absence. Something is missing, we think. And so we long for the thing we've missed and can't name, and out of that wanting - well, everything else rises, good and bad. What do you think leads us to the windows in the first place? The light in your eyes shines because of the longing in your soul. And the longing in your souls rises because you are looking for the lost half minute.

In bookstores, my stuff is usually filed in the out-of-the-way, additional interest sections.

The loneliness of the expatriate is of an odd and complicated kind, for it is inseparable from the feeling of being free, of having escaped.

I don't miss the obligation to be opinionated, but I do regret the chance to share a joy.