Night simply drapes itself over the dayAs if someone had lowered a curtain.The sky glitters and moves, Filled with shooting stars and fireflies.

I would have run awayInto the forestTo live in a nestMade of dreamsAnd green leaves

There is no place more lonelyThan a rich man's home.

It was odd to look for forgiveness and acceptance in my own head at first, but now I understood – it was the only place to look.

I don't subscribe to the thesis, 'Let the buyer beware,' I prefer the disregarded one that goes, 'Let the seller be honest.'

You know things have gone bad when military marches pass for pop music.

I'm not alone, I'm free. I no longer have to be a credit, I don't have to be a symbol to anybody; I don't have to be a first to anybody.

Victims should come first.

I have heard it said that living out of our vision is more powerful than living out of our circumstance.

Soldiers' bellies are not satisfied with empty promises and hopes.

I think I've been called edgy - but in all honestly, there is a safety in what I do because I'm always the idiot.

What prompted me to make these pictures [of bomb-cratered roads] was the impression that the ground was ripped by the shock, that it was swallowing itself.

O, Men's vows are women's traitors! All good seeming, By thy revolt, O husband, shall be thought Put on for villainy, not born where't grows, But worn a bait for ladies.