“No matter how much falls on us, we keep plowing ahead. That's the only way to keep the roads clear.”

“We cain't keep lookin' back at out losses. We gotta keep marchin' down that road ahead to the Promised Land. We gotta give up our sorrows to make way for our joys.”

“No matter how gorgeous the person is, we have to keep our feet on the ground and be down-to-earth in order to keep our sanity and not fall into the abyss.”

“It doesn't matter how much his mother loves him; love is not enough to keep any of us alive.”

“Maybe I find him...interesting. Attractive in an uptight sort of way. But that won't keep me from killing him if he does something stupid—like try to double-cross us. That is something thats nonnegotiable, no matter how much fuck potential he might have.”

“No matter how much crap you gotta plow through to stay alive as a photographer, no matter how many bad assignments, bad days, bad clients, snotty subjects, obnoxious handlers, wigged-out art directors, technical disasters, failures of the mind, body, and will, all the shouldas, couldas, and wouldas that befuddle our brains and creep into our dreams, always remember to make room to shoot what you love. It’s the only way to keep your heart beating as a photographer.”