Well, I think every girl is pretty in her own way, like a snowflake in a seasonal Antarctic storm.

It's the critics who are the true optimists.

The more impossible, the greater the love.

As for me, I see both beauty and the dark side of the things; the loveliness of cornfields and full sails, but the ruin as the well. And I see them at the same time, and chary of that ecstasy. The Japanese have a phrase for this dual perception: mono no aware. It means "beauty tinged with sadness," for there cannot be any real beauty without the indolic whiff of decay. For me, living is the same thing as dying, and loving is the same thing as losing, and this does not make me a madwoman; I believe it can make me better at living, and better at loving, and, just possibly, better at seeing.

There is a beautiful saying by an American, a philosopher, Alan Watts. He used to say that through our eyes, the universe is perceiving itself, and through our ears, the universe is listening to its cosmic harmonies, and we are the witness through which the universe becomes conscious of its glory, of its magnificence.

I believe that scarcity is the fundamental ingredient of happiness.

It's gone too far. At the same time, not far enough.

That was the moment I saw beyond myself. My pain was selfish. Because it was never only mine.

Even the great artists, the great chefs.. They’re great chefs because they’re able to choose people, make personal and professional relationships with those people, such that they can execute their artistic vision, again and again and again, exactly the same every single day, rain or shine… So you’re talking about a leader; a chef is a cook who leads.

Man looks in the abyss. There’s nothing staring back at him. At that moment, man finds his character. And that is what keeps him out of the abyss.

He relied on me. I thought the aeroplanes were too slow, so I decided that's not right. They shouldn't be square, the wings... So I bought a book of fish and I bought a book of birds and then used the fastest bird, connected it with the fastest fish. I drew it together and showed it to Howard Hughes and he said, "You're a genius."

Even though as war photographers you see so much devastation and you see so much of humanity at its worst, it’s to me balanced by the fact that you also see humanity often at its best. I’ve seen such examples of courage and such examples of human generosity in my work as well and to me that’s been a balance to all the horrible things that I’ve seen.

Here we are in Silicon Valley, and the thing to remember is that people with autistic traits made this place happen, and people with autistic traits made NASA happen. We got to the moon, we networked the world, and we wouldn’t have been able to do it without people with autistic traits.

That’s how we’re gonna win. Not fighting what we hate, saving what we love.

I don’t think people get behind rebels because they want them to sell out; they get behind rebels because they want them to stay rebellious.

It’s a very strange thing, love. You can’t get rid of it. If you try to give it out, you get more back. If you try to hang onto it, you lose it.

My dad was not without love… but a clichéd Irish motherfucker when he wanted to be—drinker, brawler, all that stuff—never shed a tear.. saw weakness everywhere. But he had this thing for poems, poetry—reading them, quoting them.. probably thought it rounded him off, you know? His way of apologizing, I guess. And there was one that hung over the desk in his den. It was only when I was a lot older, I realized he had written it. It was untitled, four lines. I read it at his funeral. “Once more into the fray, Into the last good fight I’ll ever know, Live and die on this day, Live and die on this day.”