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.

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

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

We make to ourselves pictures of facts. The picture is a model of reality

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

[We] make images to see clearly: then we see clearly what we have made.

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