Wind blew snow crystals back and forth between the graves. The ancient pines creaked overhead.

She was at the same table near the back where three nights ago I'd sat entranced by her songs. And where the two of us had talked like old friends.

We sat bathed in luscious darkness, Casco Bay's thousand islands spread out before us like a diamond quilt. 'I don't get enough of this, ' she said.

Then I remembered how she was - fiery, ruthless, smart, and despite herself very caring, not a person who hurts anyone.

Photography is like exploring a new dimension, only I can go there but I can show you where I've been.

Without confidence we feel insecure. We replay the doubting voices of our parents on a loop in our own minds.

But after years of teaching, we have decided that a lot of mothers just aren't reading textbooks.

All politics is a struggle for power; the ultimate kind of power is violence.

Sometimes you stumble across a few chords that put you in a reflective place.

I love to be casual and comfortable, but I also love the easy glamour of wearing jewelry all the time.

As I got into high school and after puberty, I was a little more inward. I was a real extrovert when I was little, but I don't know, I just got quieter With my friends, I was still an extrovert.

Let go. Why do you cling to pain? There is nothing you can do about the wrongs of yesterday. It is not yours to judge. Why hold on to the very thing which keeps you from hope and love?

You've got a lot of very, very smart people standing by waiting for somebody else to do the work. Not a recipe for long-term solvency in my opinion.

I do not approve of museums trying just to get people to come in. Whistler was very, very clear on this.