The man who comes to writing late, but is in essence a writer, may sometimes gain as much as he has lost: his experience of life has given him a subject, he is spared the youthful writer's self-torment and soul-searching.

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.

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

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

The vast number of photographers, feeding on anything visible, overgraze the landscape the way cattle overgraze their pasture.

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.

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