Cats don't belong to people. They belong to places.

As the style of Faulkner grew out of his rage--out of the impotence of his rage--the style of Hemingway grew out of the depth andnuance of his disenchantment.

The past is useless. That explains why it is past.

Writes have an island, a center of refuge, within themselves. It is the mind's anchorage, the soul's Great Good Place.

However much [photographs] may lie, they do so with the raw materials of truth.

We're in the world of communications more and more, tough we're in communication less and less.

The photograph, after all, is just a photograph. Words will determine its meaning and status.