The fact of being alive compensated for what life did to one. - Salman Rushdie

A photograph is a moral decision taken in one eighth of a second.

I, too, have ropes around my neck. I have them to this day, pulling me this way and that, East and West, the nooses tightening, commanding, choose, choose. I buck, I snort, I whinny, I rear, Ikick. Ropes, I do not choose between you. Lassoes, lariats, I choose neither of you, and both. Doyou hear? I refuse to choose.

In death do triumph and failure humbly meet. We learn far less from victory than from defeat.