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

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.

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

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

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.

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