Occupation: Novelist Birth: January 6, 1910 Death: April 25, 1998
[We] make images to see clearly: then we see clearly what we have made..
Everyone in California is from somewhere else..
The photograph, after all, is just a photograph. Words will determine its meaning and status..
We're in the world of communications more and more, tough we're in communication less and less..
As the style of Faulkner grew out of his rage--out of the impotence of his rage--the style of Hemingway grew out of the depth andnuance of his disenc….
The past is useless. That explains why it is past..
After many months of writing, it occured to me that it might be possible to photograph, in the flesh, what I was attempting to capture in words. I bo….
The imagination made us human, but being human, becoming more human, is a greater burden than we imagined. We have no choice but to imagine ourselves….
Writing has made me rich-not in money but in a couple hundred characters out there, whose pursuits and anguish and triumphs I've shared. I am unspeak….
Images proliferate. Am I wrong in being reminded of printing money in a period of wild inflation? Do we know what we are doing? Are we able to evalua….
Cats don't belong to people. They belong to places..
The camera eye is the one in the middle of our forehead, combining how we see with what there is to be seen..
The man who walks alone is soon trailed by the F.B.I..
However much [photographs] may lie, they do so with the raw materials of truth..
In the blur of the photograph, time leaves its gleaming, snail-like track..
When writing is good, everything is symbolic, but symbolic writing is seldom good..
The vast number of photographers, feeding on anything visible, overgraze the landscape the way cattle overgraze their pasture..
The man who comes to writing late, but is in essence a writer, may sometimes gain as much as he has lost: his experience of life has given him a subj….
We make to ourselves pictures of facts. The picture is a model of reality.
I prefer a taken to a made photograph..
Writes have an island, a center of refuge, within themselves. It is the mind's anchorage, the soul's Great Good Place..