In the future, women will have breasts all over. In the future, it will be a relief to find a place without culture. In the future, plates of food will have names and titles. In the future, we will all drive standing up. In the future, love will be taught on television and by listening to pop songs.

People will do odd things if you give them money.

Is giving in to the photographer's presumably natural impulse to compose and light well sometimes okay and not okay other times?

Science's job is to map our ignorance.

Yeah, it's pretty hard not to be completely cynical these days.

A little touch of chaos and danger makes a city sexy.

We are like the birds. We adapt. We sing.