You should always be taking pictures, if not with a camera then with your mind.

Once the storm is over you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, in fact, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I like people who have a sense of individuality. I love expression and anything awkward and imperfect, because that’s natural and that’s real.

I am a product of long corridors, empty sunlit rooms, upstairs indoor silences, attics explored in solitude, distant noises of gurgling cisterns and pipes, and the noise of wind under the tiles. Also, of endless books.

You start spreading your affection around and it runs thin, believe me.