I can hear the tick tick tick in my head: A tripwire ready to explode in fury. And then, in my mind, I start to count down from ten…any moment now.

He might not be here, but the day he misses an opportunity to party is the day Jocelyn Wildenstein is considered the paragon of beauty.

The ocean fascinates me too. How it connects everything and everyone, but at the same time it divides us. It’s a mystery, full of life and possibilities. It’s just…phenomenal.

The void inside me starts to fill, but my heart has holes, and whatever it holds will run out, leaving me empty once again.

It’s all about that cosy, homey feeling, the one you leave behind when you travel across the world.

Ever since her diagnosis, she’s been fading like a light bulb with cancer’s hand on the rotary dimmer.

Have you ever loved someone so much that even when they chip pieces away from you, you still try to give them what’s left? I know I have… I know I do.

I guess we’re all guilty at some point of failing to appreciate the small things, because when we use a broad brush to paint our exemplary lives, we splatter ourselves with ignorance.

Many nights I watch the sun set. Many nights I watch the moon. They fascinate me. They’re the only things I get to share with everyone: the stars, the moon, the universe.

It’s like I’m on a roller-coaster ride, but I’m not allowed to get off. I’m strapped to the seat, and within eyesight the unfinished twirl of the track swirls into the air.

Since her diagnoses she has been fading like a light bulb with cancer’s hand on the rotary dimmer.

You are an explorer. You understand that every time you go into the studio, you are after something that does not yet exist.

Millions of Americans every year depend upon medical imaging exams to diagnose disease and detect injury, and thousands more rely on radiation therapy to treat and cure their cancers.

I write with my past, about the future, for the present

I can't understand why a person will take a year to write a novel when he can easily buy one for a few dollars.

I was especially perceptive to all things beautiful that morning-raspberries in blue china bowls were enough to make the heart sing.

I did go through a Goth thing, but that was a long time ago. I just like artists that shake it up, that piss people off or make people think or rattle the cage somehow.

China is to stock fraud as Silicon Valley is to technology.

I have been photographing the portrait of an end of an era, as machines and computers replace human workers. What we have in these pictures is an archeology.

I'm a bit of a worrier, to an extreme. I'll crack a joke, then worry if I've offended someone - even when they're laughing. I have a guilt complex, always worrying.

The real joy of life is in its play. Play is anything we do for the joy and love of doing it, apart from any profit, compulsion, or sense of duty. It is the real joy of living.