My images are unashamedly idyllic and romantic, a kind of enchanted Africa. They're my elegy to a world that is steadily, tragically vanishing.

You wouldn't take a portrait of a human being from a hundred feet away and expect to capture their spirit; you'd move in close.

I was happy without having sought happiness.

I’m going crazy, Louis thought wonderingly. Wheeeeee!

Art is the fatal net which catches these strange moments on the wing like mysterious butterflies, fleeing the innocence and distraction of common men.

When there is an old maid in the house, a watchdog is unnecessary.

Gifts come from above in their own peculiar forms.

All my life I used to wonder what I would become when I grew up. Then, about seven years ago, I realized that I was never going to grow up--that growing is an ever ongoing process.

[The Democrats'] vision for the future: socialized medicine and Washington-run health care.

Don’t get me wrong. Being a mom is no picnic. Raising the kids is the mother’s responsibility. It’s a thankless, solitary job, like sheriff or Pope.

Confuse was the nurses' word for abuse.

When one man speaks to another man who doesn't understand him, and when a man who's speaking no longer understands, it's metaphysics.