You know, I once read a short story about how much you could tell about people from their shoes. You could tell where they had been, what they did, whether they were real walkers.

Life is this great big blackboard, and on it you write all the things that you do.

I think I did marry a marvelous man.

If I say something that ends up on the front page of Drudge, I haven't done it right.

The photograph contains and constrains within its own boundaries, excluding all else, a microcosmic analogue of the framing of space which is knowledge. As such it becomes a metaphor of power, having the ability to appropriate and decontextualize time and space and those who exist within it.

You don't have to be perfect; you just have to be open.

If I had given up everything that my life was about ... I'd let cancer win before it needed to.