“Your belief system saturates the space around you.”

I’m not sure how to describe my style. A lot of my work is dark and looks a bit sad, which is strange because I’m such a smiley, over-the-top positive guy who wears gold shoes most days.

Men are separated by so many petty things.

My success is not measured in money. I have no financial security, I have no savings account. I measure my success by asking myself if I’m telling a story that the world needs to hear, if I am educating people.

I want to tell you what it was really like to think death is imminent, but I can’t. It’s a taste in your mouth. And an emptiness.

More Medals of Honor were given for the indiscriminate slaughter of women and children than for any battle in World War I, World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Iraq or Afghanistan.

Everest is completely out of control. It’s like crack.

Photography has the power to undo your assumptions about the world.

War is death. If we are to engage in war, then we should have to stare it straight in the face and call it by its rightful name.

I wanted to be a painter, somewhere between Abstract Expressionism and Pop.

War is the greatest failure of mankind.

You can’t let yourself be pushed around. You can’t live in fear. That’s no way to live your life.

Sex is a part of love. You shouldn’t go around doing it unless you are in love.

At the end of the day, she noticed that everybody around her was happy, too- so she didn’t quit after all. She decided to come to work happy instead. Two years later, she’s still on the job, radiating happiness and love.

“I wouldn’t want that to get around, Annie.” “You don’t mean that, Carl.” “Ah, we might as well call them beanies, Annie.” “Why?” “When in Rome do as the Romans do.” “Do they call them beanies in Rome?” she asked artlessly. “This is the silliest conversation.

Whenever you get around to doing what you want to do, it will be now. The things you need to do to live a happier, more fulfilling life-the only time you can possible start doing them is now.

Money will hit me at a big off-period and genius will hit me in starvation, that is, I often get the money when I don’t think I deserve it and have been lolling around for days and days thinking the most abysmal thoughts.

I was known around the college for jamming in the lounge.

I became the storyteller of South Side Chicago. I used an old Kiwi liquid shoe polish as a microphone. I’d go around the house interviewing everybody, telling stupid jokes, doing voices. I mimicked Sidney Poitier, Sammy Davis Jr., people on ‘Laugh-In,’ Flip Wilson.