Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneath a careless touch.

But she had felt since childhod that her life would n ot be ordinary. A moment would come- she would know it when she saw it- and everything would change.

Its impossible to control the reception of your work - the only thing you can control is the experience of writing itself, and the work you create.

He fished in his pocket for his keys and instead pulled out the last geode, gray and smooth, earth-shaped. He held it, warming in his palm, thinking of all mysteries the world contained: layers of stone, concealed beneath the flesh of earth and grass; these dull rocks, with their glimmering hidden hearts.

A moment was not a single moment at all, but rather an infinite number of different moments, depending on who was seeing things and how.

The city of Pittsburgh gleaming suddenly before her . . . so startling in its vastness and its beauty that she had gasped and slowed, afraid of losing control of the car

Photography is all about secrets... The secrets we all have and will never tell.