Memory, even in the rest of us, is a shifting, fading, partial thing, a net that doesn't catch all the fish by any means and sometimes catches butterflies that don't exist.

...the questions a photographer raises may be more profound than the answers the medium permits.

I don't think my work has to be loved by everyone, and it's loved by enough people that I'm grateful and able to keep going.

A path is a prior interpretation of the best way to traverse a landscape.

Revolution is a phase, a mood, like spring, and just as spring has its buds and showers, so revolution has its ebullience, its bravery, its hope, and its solidarity. Some of these things pass.

The object we call a book is not the real book, but its potential, like a musical score or seed. It exists fully only in the act of being read; and its real home is inside the head of the reader, where the symphony resounds, the seed germinates. A book is a heart that only beats in the chest of another.

The things we want are transformative, and we don’t know or only think we know what is on the other side of that transformation Never to get lost is not to live.