“Like walking through a door. Our relationship immediately attained a sepia tone: the past.”
“It was like hiking into a Hemingway story; everything was sepia-toned and bristling with subtext.”
“He walks through the house of his past, hoping he'll find the right door, hoping he'll find the key.”
“The older one becomes the quicker the present fades into sepia and the past looms up in glorious technicolour”
“Each of us chooses the tone for telling his or her own story. I would like to choose the durable clarity of a platinum print, but nothing in my destiny possesses the luminosity. I live among diffuse shadings, veiled mysteries, uncertainties; the tone of telling my life is closer to that of a portrait in sepia.”
“Oh, how I longed to burst through the doors and go walking through the streets, with my hands open, like weapons!”