Photographs force us to see people before their future weighed them down, before they knew their endings.
I am not a storyteller . . . not like the others. I only have one tale to tell.
Time had a way of moulding people into shapes they themselves no longer recognised.
I've heard it said that children born to stressful times never shake the air of woe . . . .
If you don't stop apologizing, you're going to convince me you've done something wrong.
...She's understood the power of stories. Their magical ability to refill the wounded part of people.