If you want to be a photographer, first leave home

If you wait, people will forget your camera, and the soul will drift up into view.

A picture can express a universal humanism, or simply reveal a delicate and poignant truth by exposing a slice of life that might otherwise pass unnoticed.

Most of my photos are grounded in people, I look for the unguarded moment, the essential soul peeking out, experience etched on a persons face.

My life is shaped by the urgent need to wander and observe, and my camera is my passport.

The definition of a great picture is one that stays with you, one that you can't forget. It doesn't have to be technically good at all.

Some of the great pictures happen along the journey and not necessarily at your destination.

I strive for individual pictures that will burn in people's memories.

What matters most is that each picture stands on its own with its own place and feeling.

I think life is too short not to be doing something which you really believe in.

The photograph is an undeniably powerful medium. Free from the constraints of language, and harnessing the unique qualities of a single moment frozen in time.

You will recognize your own path when you come upon it because you will suddenly have all the energy and imagination you will ever need.

We are floating with the stream of time like a bubble with a stream of water.

Just as young people absorb all kinds of messages from the media, young girls learn what it means to be a woman by watching the older women in their lives.

Forget the suffering You caused others. Forget the suffering Others caused you. The waters run and run, Springs sparkle and are done, You walk the earth you are forgetting.

I just want to be myself.

I considered calling Grace to ask her what I should say to a reticent suicidal werewolf, but I'd left my phone somewhere. Car, maybe.

I like doing things where I can get dirty, work with my hands, and use power tools. Last weekend, I did some grouting.

Sometimes Evil pursues the Warrior of the Light, and when it does, he calmly invites it into his tent.

From the strictest humanitarian viewpoint, any attempt to stop the processes by which over crowded cities purge themselves is not a kindness.

Longing desire prayeth always, though the tongue be silent. If thou art ever longing, thou art ever praying.