When I went to university, I was a philosophy major, but because I'm not very bright I chose to study philosophy at a performing arts school, maybe because the philosophy program there wasn't too rigorous or challenging.

But at the same time, I don't let myself regret things to the point that I'm paralyzed.

In a perfect world, I would be 6-foot-3 and have a perfect head of hair and look like Orlando Bloom.

Everyone feels awkward, everyone feels uncomfortable, everyone gets older, everyone gets lonely, everyone gets sick, everyone eventually dies.

As long as the world continues to be strange and interesting, I still want to take pictures of it.

I love to be busy. I'm envious of people who are able to take their spare time and relax. All I like to do is work. Perhaps it's lingering Calvinist guilt?

Whenever I've had success, I never learn from it. Success usually breeds a degree of hubris. When you fail, that's when you learn.