I caught my second wife screwing my stepdad. OK? It's a cruel world, Walt. Grow up.

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

I mean, you know how it is. You chase a bottle of sleeping pills with a bottle of Jack Daniel's and life's never the same, no matter how many times you try to tell people it was just an accident.

Man is in reality a spiritual being and only when he lives in the spirit is he truly happy.

There is divinity in your DNA. Live your light.

What you have to consider is the possibility that God doesn't like you. Could be, God hates us. This is not the worst thing that could happen.

Balance the cost of the soul you lost with the dreams you lightly sold.

History records the names of royal bastards, but cannot tell us the origin of wheat.

My heart beats as much as I can breathe.

I wasn't a bad person who needed to become good...I was DEAD and needed to be brought to life! (Ephesians 2:1-10)

There is no greater disaster in the spiritual life than to be immersed in unreality, for life is maintained and nourished in us by our vital relation with realities outside and above us.

The fund of sensible discourse is limited; that of jest and badinerie is infinite.