One of the marvelous things about film is that if you expose it long enough you're going to get a picture.

Trust that little voice in your head that says 'Wouldn't it be interesting if...'; And then do it.

I believe in the imagination. What I cannot see is infinitely more important than what I can see.

I am an expressionist and by that I mean that I'm not a photographer or a writer or a painter or a tap dancer, but rather someone who expresses himself according to his needs.

Don’t try to be an artist. Find the thing within you that needs to be expressed. You might find it is art.

Even in the deepest love relationship - when lovers say 'I love you' to each other - we don't really know what we're saying, because language isn't equal to the complexity of human emotions.

Photography deals exquisitely with appearances, but nothing is what it appears to be.

Art is really whispering, not shouting.

In the West, people tend to look at life as spectators, but in the East, people are the thing.

The majority of photographers focus on the obvious. They believe and accept what their eyes tell them, and yet eyes know nothing.

All good work has magic in it, and addresses the mind in a subtle way.

Like they just wanted to enjoy The Gus Waters Show while it was still in town.

She knew there were only small joys in life--the big ones were too complicated to be joys when you got all through--and once you realized that, it took a lot of the pressure off.

Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own--my words are gone.

Has there always been someone like me to bury the bodies, to have regrets, to carry on after everyone else was dead?

It is better to die than carry the burden of expectations, you die every moment then, bearing situations you are not supposed to put up with.

Where do we people go if not towards the perfection of our own illusion?

What strange impulse is it which induces otherwise truthful people to say they like music when they do not, and thus expose themselves to hours of boredom?

My language is what I use, and if I lost that, I wouldnt be able to say anything.

To kill the grass you must also remove the root

But of course, what the eagle does not realize is that it is participating in a very crude form of natural selection.One day a tortoise will learn how to fly.