“...people don't want to believe the truth about themselves. They get some mental picture of themselves and then they devil the poor old body, trying to make it like the picture. When it won't obey-can't obey, of course-they are mad at it, and live in it as if it were an unsatisfactory house they were hoping to move out of.”

“Memories were moving pictures in which meaning was constantly in flux. They were stories people told themselves.”

“I take picture because i like to look at the pictures I take.It seems to me that when people take a picture of something, they instantly forget about it.They can look at the picture and remind themselves.”

“I thought about my Willa, about her blind-smiling at me from the hospital bed where she laid and where she died a few hours later, thought about the girl my Willa was in the picture she’d shown me, smiling out from inside the old lady Willa on the night she died. I thought about that wild Willa picture, and about the certain order she’d pulled that picture and others out of her hatbox to share with me on the summer nights when we were doing our secret sharing. And I thought about people saving certain pictures for a reason, saving and discarding according to the self-told story of themselves, how mainly it had nothing to do with who they were in the everyday, but instead, who they were in their special caught moments. How they held onto those pictures, and they held.”

“we know that men find themselves under a moral law, which they did not make, and cannot quite forget even when they try, and which they know they ought to obey.”

“(about cats) They also resist our calls to come, to move, to obey, to present themselves, to do all the things that dogs do so easily. This drives some people crazy. Cats do not even care what drives us crazy!”