...[She] felt as if she were both a stranger to herself and more herself than she'd ever been.

When a person you love moves by you with flat eyes that will not see you, it is a shock to believe it.

Recording a scene with paint rather than film sinks you more deeply into your surroundings. You have to look a little harder and a little longer. And you end up with a memento.

I would have fallen in love with you anywhere.

Boy poison - a boy's kisses were like a poison, which infected you and after you were exposed you craved more, like an addict.

Painting keeps me occupied in those moments when travel can be aimless and even disorienting. Mainly it is a way to register at least some of the new impressions of a foreign place, when its thrilling barrage can sometimes overwhelm you.

Off the packed trail we experience the miracle of corn snow, skiing atop the crust, like skiing on an eggshell that has been sprinkled with sugar.