To photograph is to hold one's breath, when all faculties converge to capture fleeting reality. It's at that precise moment that mastering an image becomes a great physical and intellectual joy.
I didn’t want to stop anyway.
There was just no way to say no.
Aren’t you going to offer me a drink?
It was deserted.
Everyone felt pretty good.
I think you’re crazy, if you want the honest truth.
I’m not going to give up.
Why do you carry on?
You’re too suspicious.
How can this be trouble?
I told you, I don’t want any trouble.
I don’t want any trouble.
If we’re going out, we’re going out in style.
What are you waiting for?
He was breathing hard but his eyes were shining.
I don’t think you sleep a lot.
All you do is work and sleep.
Why do you think it matters?
This time tomorrow it’ll be as if it never happened.
Much easier to forget.
People don’t want to remember, in general.
No one is ever going to believe this.
I’ve got all the time in the world.
It seems that no one can exactly remember what happened.