And we are made different. On the instant. What we know, what we were, is banished by that instant, razed like a castle under siege, and nothing is recognizable is left. The world is unmade.

Bushido is realized in the presence of death. This means choosing death whenever there is a choice between life and death. There is no other reasoning.

You cannot do good work if you take your mind off the work to see how the community is taking it.

I guess I'm larger than life. That's my problem.

The seasons change and you change, but the Lord abides evermore the same, and the streams of His love are as deep, as broad and as full as ever.

One thing I would never photograph is a dog lying in the mud.

A whole new kind of spiritual happiness dawns in us as we realize that dark clouds do not ruin sunny skies... they merely pass through them to help us remember our love of the light.

It never occurred to me that I was not going to challenge segregation.

We do seem, as a culture, to fetishize the "sweep." But I know there's room for "big" short, fierce novels, and "big" solid ones.

I got £25. My friends all gave me £5. It was a very thoughtful present.

There's a lot of intelligence in the hands.When you pick up a shovel, the hands know what to do. The same thing's true of sitting at the piano.