What was the point of living through history if you didn't record it?
The hardest thing was to give meaning to what appeared to have none.
Too many heroes in my life. All gone.
Sometimes you have to fulfill a promise in order to deserve the love you're given.
This is what happened when one left one's home - pieces of oneself scattered all over the world, no one place ever completely satisfied, always a nostalgia for the place left behind.
Pictures could not be accessories to the story -- evidence -- they had to contain the story within the frame; the best picture contained a whole war within one frame.