I will always find even the worst paintings that attempt some kind of representation better than the best invented paintings.
She claimed she loved the camera, its warmth, its familiarity. She responded to its naked glare, its slavish attention to every expression of her face and body, with the kind of immediacy a trusted lover could expect.
If you love your children, if you love your country, if you love the God of love, clear your hands from slaves, burden not your children or your country with them.

