Deprivation is for me what daffodils were for Wordsworth.
We gather our arms full of guilt as though it were precious stuff. It must be that we want it that way.
With all our horrors and faults, somewhere in us there is a shining.
The redwoods, once seen, leave a mark or create a vision that stays with you always. No one has ever successfully painted or photographed a redwood tree. The feeling they produce is not transferable. From them comes silence and awe. It's not only their unbelievable stature, nor the color which seems to shift and vary under your eyes, no, they are not like any trees we know, they are ambassadors from another time.
And, of course, people are interested only in themselves. If a story is not about the hearer he will not listen.
The camera need not be a cold mechanical device. Like the pen, it is as good as the man who uses it. It can be the extension of mind and heart.
Writers are a little below clowns and a little above trained seals.
It has been said that civilization is twenty-four hours and two meals away from barbarism.
We're not in control but we do have a greater hope and we do have a source of joy that isn't based on our circumstances.
I've seen people who don't have deals get features from people that labels can't even get features from, because you gotta show face and be in-tune with these guys who still have that independent mind set as far how you hustle yourself. Because they only really care at the end of the day about the dollas.
I hope I'll never get too old to want to take part in this event, and I don't think I will ever age that much.