Seeing pictures of other places around the world makes me feel more important. Reminds me, even though life is short, there's so much to do.

The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.

Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things.

The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.

A picture held us captive. And we could not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably.

When I look at my old pictures, all I can see is what I used to be but am no longer. I think: What I can see is what I am not.