The Only Way I Can Lose My

...my Camera Is My Friend, And I Take It Everywhere.

So My Last Image Was As The First. A Sleeping Youth Cloaked In Light, Who Opened His Eyes With A Smile Of Recognition For Someone Who Had Never Been A Stranger.

Freedom Is...the Right To Write The Wrong Words.

Writing Is Not Some Quiet, Closet Act.

I Think Its Very Important That We Enjoy Our Life, That We Get Everything We Can Out Of It.