I'm getting to the point where they see me as a good actor, rather than just a good guy who can act.
There’s no condition one adjusts to so quickly as a state of war.
There was one thing my murderer didn't understand; he didn't understand how much a father could love his child.
These were the lovely bones that had grown around my absence: the connections-sometimes tenuous, sometimes made at great cost, but often magnificent-that happened after I was gone. And I began to see things in a way that let me hold the world without me in it. The events that my death wrought were merely the bones of a body that would become whole at some unpredictable time in the future. The price of what I came to see as this miraculous body had been my life.
Depending on where I am in the process, sometimes I have a page count and sometimes I don't. Sometimes I have an hour count; sometimes I'm just happy to string a few words together. I do keep pretty rigorous hours, because otherwise you never get anything done.
I had rescued the moment by using my camera and in that way had found how to stop time and hold it. No one could take that image away from me because I owned it.
Nothing is ever certain.
There are worse crimes than burning books. One of them is not reading them.
A biological agent, I’ll buy. Some sort of super-virus? Sure, why not. But death? Death is a disability, not a superpower. It’s hard to run with a cold, let alone the most debilitating malady of them all.
The first thing one learns about typography & type design is that these rules are made to be broken.
Know the true definition of yourself. That is essential. Then, when you know your own definition, flee from it.