“Personally, I didn't take a single photograph while I was there, but that's not all that unusual for me. I suppose my aversion to snapping pictures may have something to do with shaky hands and blurry results, but there's another reason: The act of lifting up the camera and positioning it between me and the object of my interest separates me from the experience.”

“If I didn't have my camera to remind me constantly, I am here to do this, I would eventually have slipped away, I think. I would have forgotten my reason to exist.”

“What separates me from my present is like a fine mist, an intangible veil, an invisible wall. They don't put up the slightest resistance. Nothing would shatter if I were to walk through it. Because there is actually nothing at all between me and the world. A single step would be enough. Why didn't I take it long ago?”

“Judging by the photograph it seemed like I hadn’t been there at all. As if it was my camera that had been on holiday, and not me.”

“My dad didn't find me - I found myself. So that's when I figured out that the only person who could take care of me was me.”

“A lot of miracles have happened in my life to take me here, and to me, the reason why we're all on this earth is for God, and that's the way I live my life.”