I hope that my work helps people - that's the thing that drives me and keeps me going.

There are ways to minimize the risk if you are a woman working in the Middle East: You can dress modestly, wear the hijab, cover your head, always travel with a man.

People think photography is about photographing. To me, it’s about relationships.

I just pray. And I'm not very religious at all - I was raised Catholic, but probably haven't gone to church since my Holy Communion, when I was about 6 or 7.

In a place like Afghanistan where the society is completely segregated, women have access to women. Men cannot always photograph women and cannot get the access that I get.

The goal for me is to pull in the reader and to have them ask questions.

Mortars and artillery don't discriminate against gender.

If women are all of a sudden complaining all the time about getting sent to Pakistan, then if I were an editor, I probably wouldn't send a woman.

I'm incredibly focused. I think it's a blessing and a curse. I'm so driven that nothing else can stand in my way. For many years, I didn't have a personal life.

I was assigned a Taliban "minder" who followed me everywhere. But he couldn't follow me into homes where there were women, so I took photos inside people's homes.

I've always been interested in the rest of the world. My family is very eccentric; my parents have always been very supportive of travel and doing whatever I thought I needed to do.

I hold it that a little rebellion now and then is a good thing, and as necessary in the political world as storms in the physical.

If I am not for myself, who will be?

The potatoes were starch grenades. The canned carrots were revolting because that is their nature.

To reminisce with my old friends, a chance to share some memories, and play our songs again.

Irene Bennett Brown keeps the promise of her gifted writing and love for history inside this fine contemporary mystery. I loved it.

It's perfectly within [Martin Peretz] rights [to fire a journalist]. It's a private - you know, th - it's not censorship. The First Amendment doesn't come into play because it's a private magazine.

I have been playing the piano for my entire life - since I was three.

It seems to me that right under the surface of human neurological organization is a mode shift of some sort that would make language beholdable.

If only the good were a little less heavy-footed

What is life, after all, but a challenge? And what better challenge can there be than the one between the pitcher and the hitter.