Years later I would hear my father say the divorce had left him dating his children. That still meant picking us up every Sunday for a matinee and, if he had the money, an early dinner somewhere.

One of the things I learned about writing a memoir is you can’t drag the reader through everything. Every human life is worth 20 memoirs.

My mother was making $135 a week, but she had resilience and imagination. She might take frozen vegetables, cook them with garlic, onion and Spam, and it would taste like a four-star dinner.

Sometimes in this life, only one or two opportunities are put before us and we must seize them no matter the risk.

Dat's what they say of this cauntry back home, Kath: 'America, the land of milk and honey.' Bot they never tell you the milk's gone sour and the honey's stolen.

How much time is wasted in what is called thought, but is merely care--an anxious idling over the fancied probabilities of result

You get used to sadness, growing up in the mountains, I guess.

I am through with this body, and what becomes of it will make no difference with me in the future.

I've created a vocabulary of different styles. I draw from many different ways to take a picture. Sometimes I go back to reportage, to journalism.

But certainly, for us who understand life, figures are a matter of indifference.

A recurring image in the work of the Rossetti circle was that of a woman absorbed in self-contemplation, gazing into a mirror or combing her hair.

When man can "wish away worrying," every desire will be instantly fulfilled.

I never try to make any far-reaching predictions, so much can happen that it simply only makes you look stupid a few years later.

We don't break our captains. We kill them.

If your time is worth anything, travel by air. If not, you might just as well walk.