The act of making a photograph is less a question of what is being looked at than how.

There is so much going on all over the world that it's impossible for one person to keep up. And I can't.

You always think, 'Oh, if only I had a little chalet in the mountains! How great that would be and I'd do all this writing' Except, no, I wouldn't. I'd do the same amount of writing I do now and the rest of the time I'd go stir crazy. If you're waiting for the perfect moment you'll never write a thing because it will never arrive. I have no routine. I have no foolproof anything. There's nothing foolproof.

And yet it disturbs me to learn I have hurt someone unintentionally. I want all my hurts to be intentional.

Their mothers had finally caught up to them and been proven right. There were consequences after all but they were the consequences to things you didn't even know you'd done.

It's his word against the Commander's, unless he wants to head a posse. Kick in the door, and what did I tell you? Caught in the act, sinfully Scrabbling. Quick, eat those words.

Nothing is more difficult than to understand the dead, I've found; but nothing is more dangerous than to ignore them.