Every now and then one paints a picture that seems to have opened a door and serves as a stepping stone to other things.
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The world before us is a postcard, and I imagine the story we are writing on it.
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The last time somebody pointed out that cowboys ride horses, not tricycles, I shot him. Of course, I waited until another gunslinger gunned him down, but nevertheless, I still shot him.
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Taking pictures is savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second.
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The face is a picture of the mind with the eyes as its interpreter.
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A picture held us captive. And we could not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably.
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I see your picture and in that picture I didn't see you.
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.. One emotion after another crept into her face like objects into a slowly developing picture.
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As Wendy watched them they burst into a chord of tinkling, girlish laughter. She felt a smile touch her own lips; not one of them could be under sixty.
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Those static images have the uncanny ability to jar the memory and bring places and people back to life. They bridge the present with the past and validate as real what the passage of time has turned into hazy recollections. Were it not for them, my experiences would have remained as just imperfect memories of perfect moments.
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When the cold comes to New England it arrives in sheets of sleet and ice. In December, the wind wraps itself around bare trees and twists in between husbands and wives asleep in their beds. It shakes the shingles from the roofs and sifts through cracks in the plaster. The only green things left are the holly bushes and the old boxwood hedges in the village, and these are often painted white with snow. Chipmunks and weasels come to nest in basements and barns; owls find their way into attics. At night, the dark is blue and bluer still, as sapphire of night.
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She can paint a lovely picture, but this story has a twist. Her paintbrush is a razor, and her canvas is her wrist.
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I picture you four girls back when you were small. I hardly knew where you ended and the other ones started.
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In Rome it seems as if there were so many things which are more wanted in the world than pictures.
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Your mysterious young friend, whose name you have never told me, but whose picture really fascinates me, never thinks.
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