The history of prevailing status quos shows decay and decadence infecting the opulent materialism of the Haves. The spiritual life of the Haves is a ritualistic justification of their possessions.

A window covered with raindrops interests me more than a photograph of a famous person.

The despair is there; now it's up to us to go in and rub raw the sores of discontent, galvanize them for radical social change.

Interesting things happen when the creative impulse is cultivated with curiosity, freedom and intensity.

Try to reach for a simple, visual phrase that tells you what the picture is all about and evokes the essence of the story

Design is thinking made visual.

I want to make beautiful things, even if nobody cares, as opposed to ugly things. That's my intent.

True revolutionaries do not flaunt their radicalism. They cut their hair, put on suits and infiltrate the system from within.

Photography allows you to learn to look and see. You begin to see things you'd never paid attention to.

They have the guns and therefore we are for peace and for reformation through the ballot. When we have the guns then it will be through the bullet.

Control healthcare and you control the people

Moments of love is life, a life is for moments of love.

My wails of sorroware tormenting my soul

Oh, everything is gorgeous once it's gone.

He rested his head on top of mine and whispered, "I'm warning you now. I'm a horrible patient." I smiled in spite of myself and pulled back. "Of course you are. That's why you're a doctor.

The only pressure I ever feel is the pressure I put on myself... I'm over it. Now I go out there and I enjoy what I do.

No book is of much importance; the vital thing is, What do you yourself think?

When a new building block is discovered, the result is usually a range of innovations.

I've always wanted to make a music video with skating and different imagery, something very artistic.

If what you write is true, it will not be so because of what you are as a writer but because of what you are as a being. There can be no literary equivalent to truth.

O jest unseen, inscrutable, invisible, As a nose on a man's face, or a weathercock on a steeple.