Life is very interesting. . . in the end, some of your greatest pains, become your greatest strengths.
Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable. A place with its own harvest.
The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection.
Small presses take chances. Chances are at the heart of all the literature we later know as great.
I simply want to celebrate the fact that right near your home, year in and year out, a community college is quietly — and with very little financial encouragement — saving lives and minds. I can’t think of a more efficient, hopeful or egalitarian machine, expect perhaps the bicycle.
As for reality, I don't even have any interest in that word.
I have tried to live very quietly, so I could be happy.
Every day brings his bread with it.
Since the beginning, it was just the same. The only difference, the crowds are bigger now.
I may juggle the composition, as the strength of a picture is in the composition. Or I may play with the light. But I never interfere with the subject. The subject has to fall into place on its own and, if I don't like it, I don't have to print it
I definitely want to make it very clear to everybody that the educational institution that we have, the school that Will and I have, is not a Scientology school. And that, you know, I know there's been, you know, a lot of buzz around that idea and that it is not my desire to, you know, teach Scientology at all.