Photographs objectify: they turn an event or a person into something that can be possessed.

To paraphrase several sages: Nobody can think and hit someone at the same time.

Compassion is an unstable emotion. It needs to be translated into action, or it withers.

To the militant, identity is everything.

[O]ne person's 'barbarian' is another person's 'just doing what everybody else is doing.

Is there an antidote to the perennial seductiveness of war? And is this a question a woman is more likely to pose than a man? (Probably yes.)

Narratives can make us understand. Photographs do something else: they haunt us.

No "we" should be taken for granted when the subject is looking at other people's pain.

It is intolerable to have one's sufferings twinned with anybody else's.

To set their sufferings alongside the sufferings of another people was to compare them (which hell was worse?), demoting Sarajevo's martyrdom to a mere instance.

With time, many staged photographs turn back into historical evidence, albeit of an impure kind - like most historical evidence.

Even exciting places are boring most of the time. Wars. Movie sets. Emergency rooms.

I haven't changed, but I know I ain't the same.

I've found that in business opportunities will constantly emerge or situations develop that make you revise your plans along the way.

For many, Christmas is also a time for coming together. But for others, service will come first.

I may be the first actress to admit that beauty doesn't hold you back. I think beauty is a gift that you have to make the most of. I've worked hard at trying to look my best.

I had learned that science is a rewarding, active process of discovery, not the passive absorption of what others had discovered.

A cunning man overreaches no one half as much as himself.

When it comes to diversity, women are still underrepresented in so many different places, but one place we're not underrepresented is we hold a majority of the household income, and we control that.

I am opposed to the use of public funds for private education.

Blest is that government where no art thrives.