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.

I prefer a taken to a made photograph.

The man who walks alone is soon trailed by the F.B.I.

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

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

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

The imagination made us human, but being human, becoming more human, is a greater burden than we imagined. We have no choice but to imagine ourselves more human than we are.