It is an illusion that photos are made with the camera. They are made with the eye, heart and head.
If you always put limit on everything you do, physical or anything else. It will spread into your work and into your life. There are no limits. There are only plateaus, and you must not stay there, you must go beyond them.
Picasso taught me to run faster than beauty. He who runs less fast than beauty will accomplish only something mediocre. As for him who runs faster than beauty, his work will seem ugly, but he forces beauty to join it and then, once joined, it will become beautiful for good.
There is gold buried in your heart, but you are not yet aware of it.
Time is passing. Yet, for the United States of America, there will be no forgetting September the 11th. We will remember every rescuer who died in honor. We will remember every family that lives in grief. We will remember the fire and ash, the last phone calls, the funerals of the children.