The curious thing about individuals is that their singularity always goes beyond any category or generalization in the book.

Unclose your mind. You are not a prisoner. You are a bird in flight, searching the skies for dreams.

I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.

No matter how far you travel, you can never get away from yourself.

Say it before you run out of time. Say it before it's too late. Say what you're feeling. Waiting is a mistake.

I probably still haven’t completely adapted to the world. I don’t know, I feel like this isn’t the real world. The people, the scene: they just don’t seem real to me.

But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?

The answer is dreams. Dreaming on and on. Entering the world of dreams and never coming out. Living in dreams for the rest of time.

When I first met you, I felt a kind of contradiction in you. You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.

When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

I was always hungry for love. Just once, I wanted to know what it was like to get my fill of it -- to be fed so much love I couldn't take any more. Just once.

But maybe that's how it is with art. You suffer, and in the end, everyone thinks it's cool.

In a few years, it is very likely that this series will be considered a milestone in the history of Singapore photography.

We are all but symbols of some greater thing—totems of ourselves--subject to change and growth. When we forget that metaphoric sense of ourselves, we lose sight of the overall path.

The shadow banking sector has played an important role in cleaning up toxic assets.

The more technological a society is, the greater the security gap is.

What an odd, ruminating, noisy, self-interrupting conversation we conduct with ourselves from birth to death.

When work is no more than a means to an end, it cannot be of high quality.

One of our forefathers must have read a forbidden book.

Hypnotically haunting sounds from a true artist that dares to dream.

My hope is that countries like Morocco will have investment to create work, so people don't have to leave.