I've Never Really Looked Back.

I Don't Think So Much Anymore. When You're Younger, And At Your Height, Then People Want You To Do That Great One Again. But Seriously, Things Are Forgotten, And That's The Truth.

What Is Perfection, Anyway? It's The Death Of Creativity.

Choosing The Freedom To Be Uninteresting Never Quite Worked For Me.

Permanence Can Only Be Found In The Immortality Offered By The Click Of A Camera. Like It Or Not, Life Moves On As Fleetingly As The Photograph Is Enduring.

There's Also A Certain Segment That Doesn't Know What "annie Hall" Is. Seriously, It's True.