I've never been comfortable photographing people I know, myself included. I guess I prefer the mystery of strangers.
If the public photograph contributes to a memory, it is to the memory of an unknowable and total stranger.
Did you ever look in the mirror And see a stranger standing there? Did you ever drive for miles and miles And wonder how on earth you got yourself there?
I am a stranger to half measures.
Naked in front of strangers? I can barely be naked in front of my lovers; in front of myself.
For me, there are no my people and strangers, no bad people and good people. All people are equal for me.
But I found that the longer you teach, the more you feel like a total stranger to yourself
My heart is ripped open, shredded, leaking blood. I can't let him leave like this. We've been through to much to turn into strangers.
I'm not a stranger to high-pressure situations. I've been there, believe me.
Part of knowing who we are is knowing we are not someone else. And Jew is only the name we give to that stranger, the agony we cannot feel, the death we look at like a cold abstraction. Each man has his Jew; it is the other.
Strangers take a long time to become acquainted, particularly when they are from the same family.
I am no stranger to loud music. I've been to a Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels concert. I once dated a woman with two kids.
When strangers meet, great allowance should be made for differences of custom and training.
Strangers are just family you have yet to come to know.
The times are so peculiar now, so mediaeval so unreasonable that for the first time in a hundred years truth is really stranger than fiction. Any truth.
And I certainly like being on a plane, next to a stranger, having conversations that you'd never otherwise have. You're unplugged, your phone doesn't work, you're not online.
By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent, and what to those we give, to Jove is lent.
With my old man I got no respect. He told me never take candy from a stranger unless he offered me a ride.
There never will exist anything permanently noble and excellent in the character which is a stranger to resolute self-denial.
Never floss a stranger.