“I first went there late one afternoon with the fabled Paris photographer Robert Doisneau, who thrived on collecting local color.”

“Robert was concerned with how to make the photograph, and I with how to be the photograph.”

“That was the end of the first part of Paris. Paris was never to be the same again although it was always Paris and you changed as it changed. We never went back to the Vorarlberg and neither did the rich.”

“It was pleasant to drive back to the hotel in the late afternoon, above a sea as mysteriously colored as the agates and cornelians of childhood, green as green milk, blue as laundry water, wine dark.”

“When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in Black and white, you photograph their souls!”

“It was the first time I had heard the truth of what happened that afternoon said in a voice that was not my own. Hearing what happened from Ann was like the difference between seeing your face in a mirror and seeing it in a photograph.”