Like all familiar objects, it had become invisible.

I like to look at how people work together when they are put into stressful situations, when life stops being cozy.

Art can make a difference because it pulls people up short. It says, don't accept things for their face value; you don't have to go along with any of this; you can think for yourself.

I don't know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.

I felt like a seed in a pomegranate. Some say that the pomegranate was the real apple of Eve, fruit of the womb, I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

Happiness is a specific. Misery is a generalization. People usually know exactly why they are happy. They very rarely know why they are miserable.

Quest is at the heart of what I do-the holy grail, and the terror that you'll never find it, seemed a perfect metaphor for life.

I find pieces of myself everywhere, and I cut myself handling them.

Do you fall in love often?" Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.

I would eat my way into perdition to taste you.

Life cannot be calculated. That's the big mistake our civilization made. We never accepted that randomness is not a mistake in the equation -- it is part of the equation.

Live fuller life while you can still breathe.

Be careful about reading health books. You may die of a misprint.

I am comfortable playing the fool, I think.

Successful people have a social responsibility to make the world a better place and not just take from it.

There's an, oh such a hungry yearning burning inside of me.

The President would usually talk to me about matters relating to the immigration problem.

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

When you read something that good, it's terrifying because you're thinking, "Oh, god, what if I don't get this?"

It quickly came to be that I grew interested in photographing whatever was there wherever I happened to be. For any reason.

Now this is not the end. It is not even the beginning of the end. But it is, perhaps, the end of the beginning.