The act of making a photograph is less a question of what is being looked at than how.
Margaret AtwoodTime has not stood still. It has washed over me, washed me away, as if I'm nothing more than a woman of sand, left by a careless child too near the water.
Margaret AtwoodIf a stranger taps you on the ass and says, "How's the little lady today!" you will probably cringe. But if he's an American, he's only being friendly.
Margaret Atwood