How can you respect the world when you see it's being run by a bunch of kids turned old?

Most of American life consists of driving somewhere and then returning home, wondering why the hell you went.

My mother didn't raise me to be a critic, but I seem to have become one anyway.

Figure out where you're going before you go there: he was told that a long time ago.

It's a man's world, they say; but in its daily textures it is a world created by and for women.

Unlike the older, more humanly shaped arts, which begin with a seed and accumulate their form organically, photography clips its substance out of an actual continuum.

I was made to feel I could do things. If you get this feeling early and can hold it until you're 15, you tend to never lose it.