“There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.”

“You dumb-ass," I crooned, kissing her on the forehead. "You don't share me. You own me.”

“Whoever said that the past isn't dead had it backward. It's the future that's already dead, already played out.”

“So, this is how it's become? This is how I've become? A walking contradiction? I'm surrounded by people and feel alone. I claim to crave a bit of normalcy but now that I have some, it's like I don'...”

“But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I'll get through today.”

“I force my eyes upward and look at Mia for the first time. She's still beautiful. Not in an obvious Vanessa LeGrande or Bryn Shraeder kind of way. In a quiet way that's always been devastating to m...”

“Mediante la fotografa y la palabra escrita intento desesperadamente vencer la condicin fugaz de mi existencia, atrapar los momentos antes de que se desvanezcan, despejar la confusin de mi pasado.”

“Reality offers us such wealth that we must cut some of it out on the spot, simplify. The question is, do we always cut out what we should? ”

“All photographs are memento mori. To take a photograph is to participate in another persons (or things) mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, a...”

“Let's make some funny pictures.”

“Pictures must not be too picturesque.”

“Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.”