I learned quickly enough when to click the shutter, but what I was becoming aware of more slowly was a story-writer's truth: The thing to wait on, to reach for, is the moment in which people reveal themselves... I learned from my own pictures, one by one, and had to; for I think we are the breakers of our own hearts.

All experience is an enrichment rather than an impoverishment.

Time is anonymous; when we give it a face, it's the same face the world over.

I'm not very eloquent about things like this, but I think that writing and photography go together. I don't mean that they are related arts, because they're not. But the person doing it, I think, learns from both things about accuracy of the eye, about observation, and about sympathy toward what is in front of you... It's about honesty, or truth telling, and a way to find it in yourself, how to need it and learn from it.

For the night was not impartial. No, the night loved some more than others, served some more than others.

I had to grow up and learn to listen for the unspoken as well as the spoken-and to know a truth.

She read Dickens in the spirit in which she would have eloped with him.