I hope to stay unemployed as a war photographer till the end of my life.

There is no word for feeling nostalgic about the future, but that's what a parent's tears often are, a nostalgia for something that has not yet occurred. They are the pain of hope, the helplessness of hope, and finally, the surrender to hope.

People tend to overstate my resilience, but, of course, I hope they're right.

I do insist on making what I hope is sense so there's always a coherent narrative or argument that the reader can follow.

I don't believe that I'm better than anybody, but I do believe that I'll try harder than most and I hope that people just join me for a little bit of a ride.