Your photography is a record of your living, for anyone who really sees.
He's a bootlegger. . . . One time he killed a man who found out that he was nephew to Von Hindenburg and second cousin to the devil.
And I like large parties. They’re so intimate. At small parties there isn’t any privacy.
Egyptian Proverb: The worst things: To be in bed and sleep not, To want for one who comes not, To try to please and please not.
I used to build dreams about you.
There are only the pursued, the pursuing, the busy and the tired.
Experience is the name so many people give to their mistakes.
My appearance has changed a lot over the years, but it has far more to do with how I feel about being a woman.
The work itself has a complete circle of meaning and counterpoint. And without your involvement as a viewer, there is no story.
Theology in general seems to me a substitution of human ingenuity for divine wisdom.
When I pointed to him his palms slipped slightly, leaving greasy sweat streaks on the wall, and he hooked his thumbs in his belt. A strange spasm shook him, as if he heard fingernails scrape slate, but as I gazed at him in wonder the tension slowly drained from his face. His lips parted into a timid smile, and our neighbor’s image blurred with my sudden tears. “Hey, Boo,” I said. “Mr. Arthur, honey,” said Atticus, gently correcting me. “Jean Louise, this is Mr. Arthur Radley. I believe he already knows you.