Do I Understand This Right? I'm Being

I Think Most Of Us Are Torn. We Have At Least Two People At War In Our Body. One Person Wants To Retire And Grow Fabulous Tomatoes, And The Other Wants To Stand Up On A Pedestal And Be Worshipped And Get Bigger And Bigger And Bigger Until She Explodes.

Through Books And Photographs, I Saw A World That Was Not My Own - And I Realized That There Was Another World. That's Why I'm Concerned About Education, Because It Helps Our Children See Other Worlds.

For Days On End, I Would Hardly Speak, And When I Did Only The Vilest Sort Of Gibberish Would Spout Forth. I Became Morose And Fat. Unapproachable, Except When Eating - And Then Only By Waiters.

When It's Three O'clock In New York, It's Still 1938 In London.

People Put Barriers Up In Your Path, And One Of Those Barriers Is Age. They Tell You, "you're Too Old. You Don't Photograph So Well Anymore." I Know I Don't Photograph So Well Anymore, So What Can I Do? I Can Do Something Different, Where It Doesn't Matter As Much How I Look.