Caring passionately about something isn't against nature, and it isn't against human nature. It's what we're here to do.

I have since only rarely seen the tree with the lights in it. The vision comes and goes, mostly goes, but I live for it, for the moment when the mountains open and a new light roars in spate through the crack, and the mountains slam.

Put yourself out of your misery.

Experiencing the present purely is being empty and hollow; you catch grace as a man fills his cup under a waterfall.

I worked so hard all my life, and all I want to do now is read.

When I walk with a camera, I walk from shot to shot, reading the light on a calibrated meter. When I walk without a camera, my own shutter opens, and the moment's light prints on my own silver gut. When I see this second way I am above all an unscrupulous observer.

I cannot cause light; the most I can do is try to put myself in the path of its beam.