Don’t try to be an artist. Find the thing within you that needs to be expressed. You might find it is art.

Trust that little voice in your head that says 'Wouldn't it be interesting if...'; And then do it.

I believe in the imagination. What I cannot see is infinitely more important than what I can see.

I am an expressionist and by that I mean that I'm not a photographer or a writer or a painter or a tap dancer, but rather someone who expresses himself according to his needs.

Even in the deepest love relationship - when lovers say 'I love you' to each other - we don't really know what we're saying, because language isn't equal to the complexity of human emotions.

Photography deals exquisitely with appearances, but nothing is what it appears to be.

Art is really whispering, not shouting.

In the West, people tend to look at life as spectators, but in the East, people are the thing.

The majority of photographers focus on the obvious. They believe and accept what their eyes tell them, and yet eyes know nothing.

All good work has magic in it, and addresses the mind in a subtle way.

My work is about my life as an event, and I find myself to be very temporal, transient.

Tough times are opportunities to prove to yourself that your mind is tougher than all challenges.

Life is what you make it and faith is what brings it to reality. -CF

There's still formulaic stuff on network television, but there's also more of an opportunity to have your way with storytelling, especially in sitcoms. That's what the difference is.

Jesus could weep. Sometimes when you look at the ugliness that makes you weep, you know that the heart of God is also weeping. Jesus is for real. He does not give up on anyone, least of all on me.

It's not whether people like you but whether they share the bright dreams...and understand the heartbeat of the country.

As long as you remember the person who loved you, and whom you still love, then you're making love endure.

What others say and do cannot stop you from fulfilling your destiny. Your destiny was handed down by Almighty God.

It is astonishing how little one feels alone when one loves.

The critical question is not "How can I achieve?" but "What can I contribute?"

A mistaken thought may be corrected easily, but an errant affection is nearly unmanageable.