An objective is an ambition, and life without ambition is ... well, aimless wandering.

You were made to soar, to crash to earth, then to rise and soar again.

I would just have to find a hog, slaughter it, butcher it, cure the meat, then fry it up. Thinking about the bacon—the potential of bacon—gives me hope. Not all is lost if bacon isn't. Seriously.

I promised my mom that if, after a year of putting 150 percent into my career it didn't work out, I would go back to school. I never did go back.

Or maybe I’d lost my soul already. I doubted God let someone like me keep any gift from him. It was highly likely I’d been born without one.

Contemporary art photography, or, more specifically, what I would term mainstream art photography, represents for the most part the mining of an exhausted lode.

You will fail. At some point. More than once. Guaranteed. Proceed anyway.

Trying to be happy by accumulating possessions is like trying to satisfy hunger by taping sandwiches all over your body

I nod. Young love is not always forever. I know.

Story of our species...everyone knows it's coming, but not so soon.

I was little impressed with this rough and ready way of persuading people to renew their contracts and decided that I was now quite free of any obligations.

This merriment of parsons is mighty offensive.