I am still amazed at the amount of Christian charity [Wellesley] stuck us all with, a kind of glazed politeness in the face of boredom and stupidity. Tolerance, in the worst sense of the word. How marvelous it would have been to go to a women's college that encouraged impoliteness, that rewarded aggression, that encouraged argument.

Maintenance is what you have to do just so you can walk out the door knowing that if you go to the market and bump into a guy who once rejected you, you won't have to hide behind a stack of canned food. I don't mean to be too literal about this.

That [photographs] disturb readers is exactly as it should be: that's why photojournalism is often more powerful than written journalism.

I think if you're lucky enough to find a voice in whatever you do, that voice will come sneaking out no matter what.

Everybody I know who goes out and plays a little softball, they break their leg.

My mother wanted us to understand that the tragedies of your life one day have the potential to be comic stories the next.

It's so interesting that we think we know the rules to this game, this total hypothetical game called, "Would you," "If you had it to do over." It's not out there.