Most of my reading is rereading.

Courage is morally neutral.

Travel becomes a strategy for accumulating photographs.

It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

A photograph passes for incontrovertible proof that a given thing happened. The picture may distort; but there is always a presumption that something exists, or did exist, which is like what’s in the picture

If there can be a better way for the real world to include the one of images, it will require an ecology not only of real things but of images as well.

What I expect from writers-and from myself as a writer-is to articulate a complex view of things. To incite us to be more compassionate. To orchestrate our mourning. And to celebrate ecstasy.