He just hit himself in the dinger with a rubber.

I would much rather be hated for who I am, then loved for something that I am not.

Whatever your walk in life is, you pick what you want to be, then go ahead and be the best one.

I pride myself on being a jerk, because I'm brutally honest all the time.

I don't smoke, I don't drink, I don't use drugs. That may be boring for some people, but that's just me. That's how I live my life.

Haters are my favorite. I´ve built an empire with the bricks they´ve thrown at me. Keep on hating.

Sometimes it's what you don't do that makes you who you are.

I'm the kind of person that if I'm not getting something that I need from somewhere. I don't cry about it, I'm like OK I'm going to go here and find what I need.

Do you know what it's like going through life being better than everybody? It's hard.

I've never stolen anything in my life, except maybe a couple hearts here and there.

The best thing you can probably do is keep a low profile, keep your eyes and ears open, your mouth shut, and you will learn a ton.

Miracles don't just happen on their own you know, you got to make them happen.

Don't be fooled...If they gossip to you, they'll gossip about you.

My days are kind of controlled by my projects, so sometimes they're album covers. Sometimes they're commission portrait shoots. Sometimes they are editorial, so it kind of - I don't dictate it.

Awareness isn't passive. It directly leads to action (or inaction).

I don't really have a favorite camera. I use a Leica and Canon a lot. It depends, especially professionally, on the requirements. But my carry-around camera is a Leica.

I have decided not to oppose anyone ever again, since I have noticed that I always end by resembling my latest enemy.

I love working. I don't know what the word vacation means.

I'm a great believer in new technology and I think new technology is very scary for newspaper companies.

People say that jealousy is the greatest enemy of love. They’re wrong. The greatest enemy of love is boredom.

Thou art thy mother's glass, and she in thee Calls back the lovely April of her prime...