Don't park... Arrival is the death of inspiration.

I am not interested in shooting new things - I am interested to see things new.

There is only you and your camera. The limitations in your photography are in yourself, for what we see is what we are.

A picture is the expression of an impression. If the beautiful were not in us, how would we ever recognize it?

Leica, schmeica. The camera doesn't make a bit of difference. All of them can record what you are seeing. But you have to see.

Color is joy. One does not think joy. One is carried by it.

A picture is the expression of an impression

We all would love sometimes to be free from our own knowledge. It is even the most difficult to unlearn - as the most important problems are.

Decide for yourself what kind of works you want to create... facts, essays, poems - do you want to speak or to sing?

All I wanted was to connect my moods with those of Paris. Beauty pains and when it pained most, I shot.

There are almost too many possibilities. Photography is in direct proportion with our time: multiple, faster, instant. Because it is so easy, it will be more difficult.

He created the way out, and He leads us to the way out, but it certainly isn't easy.

By your choices you reveal your commitments.

It's mystifying to me why the House leadership will not allow a straight up-or-down vote on a pay raise. I vote against every pay raise because taxpayers deserve better.

There is no such thing as a dumb question but there is such a thing as a dumb person asking a question.

I have no desire to prolong uncertainty.

The more instances we examine, and the more care we employ, the more assurance shall we acquire, that the enumeration, which we form from the whole, is complete and entire.

I am the middle child with an older and younger brother.

Maybe it's time to stop creating God in our image and let Him create you in His.

Im not trying to hate on nobody.I love everybody that works towards what I was working towards.Its a hard game,its a hard life.

It is quite cruel that a poet cannot wander through his regions of enchantment without having a critic, forever, like the old man of the sea, upon his back.