Photography, because it stops the flow of life, is always flirting with death.

The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.

We never look at just one thing; we are always looking at the relation between things and ourselves.

That we find a crystal or a poppy beautiful means that we are less alone, that we are more deeply inserted into existence than the course of a single life would lead us to believe.

We only see what we look at. To look is an act of choice.

The poverty of our century is unlike that of any other. It is not, as poverty was before, the result of natural scarcity, but of a set of priorities imposed upon the rest of the world by the rich.

To be desired is perhaps the closest anybody in this life can reach to feeling immortal.

Paris, I believe, is a man in his twenties in love with an older woman.

Men look at women. Women watch themselves being looked at.

The past is the one thing we are not prisoners of. We can do with the past exactly what we wish. What we can't do is to change its consequences.

The human imagination... has great difficulty in living strictly within the confines of a materialist practice or philosophy. It dreams, like a dog in its basket, of hares in the open.

Make a wish, ” Oliver said, gesturing to the upturned cup, “and turn it clockwise three times.

Enlightenment is a perfect state of mind. It is the direct seeing of reality. The world most people see, which they call life, is really just a dream.

I am moving towards being vegan. When I crack an egg now, I look and think could that have become a baby

The burden of being black is that you have to be superior just to be equal. But the glory of it is that, once you achieve, you have achieved, indeed.

To be in America illegally is actually a civil offense and not a criminal one.

I am much beholden to old age, which has increased my eagerness for conversation in proportion as it has lessened my appetites of hunger and thirst.

He was making all kinds of sounds apparently with his mouth, and shaking his head and I thought, gosh, is he trying to stop the orchestra? Is it all wrong? It was just unbelievable.

Flints may be melted - we see it daily - but an ungrateful heart cannot be; not by the strongest and noblest flame.

Code never lies, comments sometimes do.

He may be out of my life physically, but he'll always be a part of me. I can't let go even if I wanted to.