There's so much to be grateful for, words are poor things.

Inspiration does not come genetically or automatically. Neither is it continuously present.

Those who have compared our life to a dream were right... we were sleeping wake, and waking sleep.

We know that pumping oil out of the ground does not create many jobs. It does not foster an entrepreneurial spirit, nor does it sharpen critical faculties.

There were definitely times I couldn't shower for a full week because I could barely stand, it felt like having all your life sucked out of you.

Time heals all and heels hurt to walk in, but they go with the clutch that you carry your lip gloss in.

My opportunities were still there, nay, they multiplied tenfold; but the strength and youth to cope with them began to fail, and to need eking out with the shifty cunning of experience.

All my life I've taken photographs of people who are completely at peace being what they were in the situations I photographed them in.

I remember a lot of dreams. Sometimes they are hard to distinguish from what has really happened. That is not so terrible. It is the same with books.

Hope is hearing the music of the future. Faith is to dance to it.

Failing is what we do, or stumbling is what we do on a daily basis.