Born in 1966, I came of age at the dawn of a revolution. The past was gone; we would move on and get over it!

I loved to press the shutter, to freeze time, to turn little slices of life into rectangle rife with metaphor.

Photography forces one out into the world, interacting with people and the environment. It flexes all those right brain, spatially-adept muscles.

This is what sexism does best: it makes you feel crazy for desiring parity and hopeless about ever achieving it.

My husband and I were born three weeks apart, and our plan had always been to throw a joint party for our 40th birthdays.

I sell my first book to Random House, a memoir of my years as a war photographer, for twice my NBC salary.

Soar like an eagle beyond skies of heavens reach

Beauty, happiness, they're things so big they can't capture them with their scientific words. It's like what they used to call magic.

Cruelty is easy, cheap and rampant.

There is absolutely nothing wrong with returning to the house you grew up in every now and again. It's good for the soul.

I used to play bass for a while and got to the point where I was good enough to be in a shitty band.

Empathy took the edge off, and the truth is, we need our edge. Our edge is trying to speak to us, and we are too, too good at shutting it up.

God deliver me from my friends! I'll take care of my enemies myself.

My youth coach told me he'd got these two great 15-year-olds. I told him I don't want to know, because by the time they're 18 I'll be dead.

Journalism has become a sort of competitive screeching: what is trivial but noisy and immediate takes precedence over important matters that develop over time.

A decent and manly examination of the acts of government should not only be tolerated, but encouraged.