“A Photographer’s PoemTo take a photograph is to learn new stepsLike a toddler’s first walk from start to endVisualize a dream, a paradigm, a themeIt could be about anywhere, anyone, any moment or anythingLet that sink in until your eyes see clearlyWhat image you cease to create to preserve in dearlyWith a camera you take the picture in mindA photographer’s mistake is to leave it behindTake it wherever a journey is to take placeThere will always be something that comes across your ways”

“A master in the art of living draws no sharp distinction between her work and her play; her labor and her leisure; her mind and her body; her education and her recreation. She hardly knows which is which. She simply pursues her vision of excellence through whatever she is doing, and leaves others to determine if she is working or playing. To herself, she always appears to be doing both.”

“Je crois passionnément que, si on possède la fin de créer, on n’a pas le droit de se tuer parce qu’il est de votre devoir de partager ce son avec autrui.”

“The recipe for great art has always been misery and a good bowel movement.”

“When the writer (or the artist in general) says he has worked without giving any thought to the rules of the process, he simply means he was working without realizing he knew the rules.”

“An image is simply an external memoir of one’s life.”

“Mother Nature is the greatest artist and water is one of her favorite brushes.”

“For me, Chanel is like music. There are certain notes and you have to make another tune with them”

“Doubt not, O poet, but persist. Say ‘It is in me, and shall out.’ Stand there, balked and dumb, stuttering and stammering, hissed and hooted, stand and strive, until at last rage draw out of thee that dream-power which every night shows thee is thine own; a power transcending all limit and privacy, and by virtue of which a man is the conductor of the whole river of electricity.”

“Something, somewhere, knows what’s best for me and promises to keep sending me people and experiences to light my way as long as I live in gratitude and keep paying attention to the signs.”

“I’ve grown up defined by this desperate, undeniable, ‘can’t breathe’ kind of space inside of myself and I’m afraid that the diagnosis is fatal.”

“I fantasize the night sky to be like a cosmic blue print of my life as I close my eyes and unbutton my heart…. just in case anyone up there is listening.”

“There is no excuse for anyone to write fiction for public consumption unless he has been called to do so by the presence of a gift. It is the nature of fiction not to be good for much unless it is good in itself.”

“You don’t make art out of good intentions.”