Writing has made me rich-not in money but in a couple hundred characters out there, whose pursuits and anguish and triumphs I've shared. I am unspeakably grateful at the life I have come to lead.

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

In the blur of the photograph, time leaves its gleaming, snail-like track.

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

Images proliferate. Am I wrong in being reminded of printing money in a period of wild inflation? Do we know what we are doing? Are we able to evaluate what we have done?

Everyone in California is from somewhere else.

When writing is good, everything is symbolic, but symbolic writing is seldom good.