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.
Henri Cartier-Bresson
That’s not a question I can answer.
They had to put up with her for only one more hour.
I stood and turned.
There was nobody to be seen.
I may have fallen asleep.
Time passed slowly.
I’ll introduce you at dinner.
Again, I felt uneasy, and again, I ignored it.
After that, everything became better.
It seemed, for a moment, as if we didn’t really exist.
Very nice to meet you. My name is Toby. How do you do?
All we had to do was wait.
It’s about to end.
We don’t choose who we love.
I assumed that the situation was fairly common.
They shared food, books, stories, jokes.
He could never come back.
The smaller birds were chattering, as if they had dreams they were eager to share.