War Makes Its Own Morals.

A Kind Of Golden Hour One Remembers For A Life Time... Everything Was Touched With Magic.

War Makes Its Own Morals.

I Love To Write Out Of Doors And Sleep Out Of Doors, Too. If I Sleep Under The Open Sky It Becomes Part Of The Writing Experience, Part Of My Insulation From The World.

If You Banish Fear, Nothing Terribly Bad Can Happen To You.

Nothing Attracts Me Like A Closed Door. I Cannot Let My Camera Rest Until I Have Pried It Open.