People die because they find living too painful.
Artists are the people among us who realize creation didn't stop on the sixth day.
I wanted my photographs to be as powerful as the last thing a person sees or remembers before death.
I've come to realize that the mark is the primal gesture, the internal connection of the caveman to the cosmos; an impossibility similar to an impulse in an insect's nervous system that it could somehow reduce to dust a steel beam by endlessly crawling over it.
To me extreme things are like miracles. There is nothing as boring as a person who is just okay. But I could easily live in a world populated with these disjunctive, bizarre things. . . I operate out of confusion, towards clarity.
I have consecrated my life to changing matter into spirit with the hope of someday seeing it all.
Extreme things are like miracles. Nothing is as boring as a person who is just okay.
In every age the wisest have passed the identical judgment on life: it is worthless.
The fact is, when you talk to people, they know that something weird is going on, particularly people who are connected to the land or the water. They can see it. What perhaps is not so evident to them, unfortunately, is what the solution is. But whether they call it climate change or not, it doesn't matter. The point is, they can see there's something fundamentally weird going on here.
I heard Davey Havok has a brand of eyeliner out now. . . its AFI-liner
I wonder if other mothers feel a tug at their insides, watching their children grow up into the people they themselves wanted so badly to be.