"I guess my blue eyes gave me away. And the bulky Nikon on my hip probably didn’t help. Perhaps she thought I was a brash Russian spy. Or even worse, a rogue American tourist."
"And while we’re at it, we can tell the fearmongers to go fuck themselves. Life, a brief interlude between two great mysteries, is not about eluding death in its many forms. It’s about embracing the beautiful madness of existence."