One Has To Have The Courage Of

The Moment You Lose Curiosity In The World, You Might As Well Be Dead.

It Is Photography Itself That Creates The Illusion Of Innocence. Its Ironies Of Frozen Narrative Lend To Its Subjects An Apparent Unawareness That They Will Change Or Die. It Is The Future They Are Innocent Of. Fifty Years On We Look At Them With The Godly Knowledge Of How They Turne Dout After All - Who They Married, The Date Of Their Death - With No Thought For Who Will One Day Be Holding Photographs Of Us.

At The Risk Of Sounding Like Virginia Woolf, I Could Live On £700 A Year.

It Is Shaming Sometimes How The Body Will Not, Or Cannot, Lie About Emotions. Who, For Decorum’s Sake, Has Ever Slowed His Heart, Or Muted A Blush?

At That Moment, The Urge To Be Writing Was Stronger Than Any Notion She Had Of What She Might Write.