“I am not a vessel – don’t tell me what to hold.”

I am a mother because my hearts live outside my body.

How can something drain and fill me all at once.

The expectation of happiness can induce quite the opposite.

No one is given time to spend on what they love, they take it.

It’s not my responsibility to fit into who you think I am. That’s not how this works.

You believe in magic and so do I, because I believe in you.

Those who fight the hardest for change are the ones who most believe its possible.

You can’t be a part of the solution, if you refuse to acknowledge you are part of the problem.

Instead of asking yourself why you care so much, ask everyone else why they don’t.

You don’t need to reach the most people, you just need to reach the right people.

You don’t need to understand me to respect me.

Sometimes anger is the hardened hurt we never healed from.

Somedays you need to let go of the world and it’s expectations of you.

I started naming the reasons, until I realized; “I don’t want to” is the only one I need.

I wonder if the world I’m meant for just hasn’t been written yet.

I decided to make a choice. And there is beauty in that – decision.

I’m holding a media mutiny.

There is almost nothing you can say that holds up as a generalization, because it depends on too many factors: size, modulation, the rest of the field, a certain consistency that color has with forms, and the statement you’re trying to make.

The primary virtue is: hold your tongue; who knows how to keep quiet is close to God.

Photography takes an instant out of time, altering life by holding it still.

Nobody holds a good opinion of a man who has a low opinion of himself.

How does it so fail to hold our attention that we have to diminish it with the invention of cheap, man-made myths and monsters?

How is it possible to exist with so much pain?

You can assume all photo and video is constructed as a fiction controlled by the person holding the camera and the person who is editing.