I suppress in my prose any language which calls attention to itself.

In my photographs it is apparent that there was no posing at the moment I released the shutter.

Life is a state of mind.

Going around under an umbrella interferes with one's looking up at the sky.

The principles of true art is not to portray, but to evoke.

I do not gather things, I prefer to rent them rather than to possess them.

In London, the weather would affect me negatively. I react strongly to light. If it is cloudy and raining, there are clouds and rain in my soul.

Persons who have been homeless carry within them a certain philosophy of life which makes them apprehensive about ownership.

The planned sit-down reception is an artificial forum where one is presented with a limited number of persons with whom he can hold a conversation.

Like nature, our economic system remains, in the long run, stable and rational...We welcome the inevitable seasons of our economy! How foolish of us.

Travel gives me the opportunity to walk through the sectors of cities where one can clearly see the passage of time.

You know that feeling when you first arrive in a new city? However tired you are, however shattered by the flight, you are impatient to get out and sample the streets, the life, the action.

Fools who wear their hearts proudly on their sleeves, who cannot control their emotions, who wallow in sad memories and allow themselves to be provoked this easily — weak people, in other words...

You really only understand whether a song's good or not when you properly play it out in public for the first time.

I personally feel very strongly that what it will take is not more disasters, it's that what it will take is a vision of the future that is better than our present.

How accommodating love is; it forgives everything.

Publishing in a way doesn't have a lot to do with writing, and writing doesn't have a lot to do with publishing.

I've always paid my own way, I've never lived off anyone.

Memory is imagination pinned down.

I was the only guy who is referred to as Mr. Smith in the New York Times and in the same week as Sexy Rexy in some teen magazine.

But when I hear a great song, I can't help but be inspired by it, regardless of whatever genre that song falls under.