Imagine a world without photography, one could only imagine.

I didn't decide to be a photographer; I just happened to fall into it.

Photography can only represent the present. Once photographed, the subject becomes part of the past.

Photography doesn't teach you to express your emotions; it teaches you how to see.

What the human eye observes casually and incuriously, the eye of the camera (the lens) notes with relentless fidelity.

Photography helps people to see.

I am so fascinated with this century it will help keep me alive. I'll be there until the last minute, fighting.

Like every other means of expression, photography, if it is to be utterly honest and direct, should be related to the life of the times - the pulse of today.

There are many teachers who could ruin you. Before you know it you could be a pale copy of this teacher or that teacher. You have to evolve on your own.

Photography can never grow up if it imitates some other medium. It has to walk alone; it has to be itself.

Some people are still unaware that reality contains unparalleled beauties. The fantastic and unexpected, the ever-changing and renewing is nowhere so exemplified as in real life itself.

Knowledge comes from curiosity wisdom comes from experience.

The most beautiful person is a person with kind heart and loving soul.

I think I miss Ben, ” she told Lauren one night. “No, you don’t, ” Lauren said. “But sometimes, I really think I do.” Lauren sighed. “Isabella, you miss the essence of a boy. That’s all.

Nice" said Paul staring transfixed at Fran's delicate and extreme gaze, like that of a skeleton with eyeballs, or a person with their face peeled off.

I've been at the funerals of a lot of people in my neighborhood. Sometimes when I sit back and relax, I think about that and just blank out.

War should be carried on like a monsoon; one changeless determination of every particle towards the one unalterable aim.

Playing USA Softball has been more to me than I ever imagined possible.

I often plagiarize from myself. I like to think of this as ecological journalism: I recycle.

I don't ever expect to be permanently happy. I don't think that's part of the human condition.

Why didst thou promise such a beauteous day And make me travel forth without my cloak, To let base clouds o'ertake me in my way, Hiding they brav'ry in their rotten smoke?