Hello, Bradley,’ said Mom. She’d regained her composure after my outburst, and now raised her camera. ‘Stand close.”No, Mom,’ I said. ‘No pictures.”But you’re friend’s here now,’ she said, waving us together. ‘Smile!”I don’t need...

I just want to make pictures that are entertaining. I’ll leave the scenery chewing to someone else.

I really like doing portraits, but I like taking pictures of things that are natural, like scenery, too.

I really miss you and I still have that one picture of you, where your eyes had no point of view, but pictures say nothing and this one will stay in my minds room.

You don’t paint pictures to put them in your attic. You want people to look at them.

If you see everything through the lens, you are constantly composing pictures. I think in pictures; I don’t think in text.

I took some naked pictures the other day. I don’t feel shamed, but I do feel remorse over having to steal the whole camera to get the pictures.

There were a story scripted on the wall, no words used though, just pictures, memories, from another world. Her happy place.

As long as my pictures go into theaters and we ask people to pay to see what I do on the screen, I should not object if customers want to know what kind of man...

I am not writing for scholars or fellow critics, but for people who like to read, to look at pictures, and to know things.

‘La Notte’ is my favorite of the Antonioni pictures and my favorite work of the master cinematographer Gianni di Venanzo, who also shot ‘8 1/2’ for Fellini.

He owned an expensive camera that required thought before you pressed the shutter, and I quickly became his favorite subject, round-faced, missing teeth, my thick bangs in need of a trim. They are still the...

I’d like to take more pictures of real celebrities. It would be fabulous to photograph Brad Pitt. He’s so good-looking and just such a star.

I couldn’t tell what colour her eyes were. They were wet and dark and shining, like pools of deep, still water. For a second I thought I could see pictures in them, like I was...

Sometimes I think all my pictures are just pictures of me.

I never read. I just look at pictures.

If there is any jarring at all in my photographs, it’s because we are so used to ingesting pictures of everywhere looking beautiful.

God gave us imaginations because he wants us to see the photos of our destinies respectively and make proper graphical designs of them. You owe it to yourself to enlarge that image you carry into...

When you take pictures of nature with passion, nature poses for you more passionately!

I breeze through Twitter – I look at the mentions, the pictures, the videos.

Just give me a thousand words and you may make your own pictures.

Of all of our inventions for mass communication, pictures still speak the most universally understood language.

What “inspires” my books? Really I don’t know. Does anyone know where exactly an idea comes from? With me all fiction begins with pictures in my head. But where the pictures come from I couldn’t...

I know from experience it’s very hard to get access to a prison to take pictures.

I dont believe in learning from other peoples pictures. I think you should learn from your own interior vision of things and discover, as I say, Innocently, as though there had never been anybody.

The fact is I’m not making a film in order to draw pictures or make images about Iran.

How did I become a star? I don’t know how it happened. When I look at my old pictures, I can’t tell how it happened!

I thought I was taking pictures of things that I hated. But there was something about these pictures. They were unexpectedly, disconcertingly glorious.

I’ve always tried to do pictures that don’t date.

I’m in this new Showtime series called ‘Ray Donovan.’ I play this guy Stu Feldman who runs Paramount Pictures, so the total opposite to this character.

I collected pictures and I drew pictures and I looked at the pictures by myself. And because no one else ever saw them, the pictures were perfect and true. They were alive.

I then remained in Berlin until Dec. 1938, spending my time between pictures at my villa on the Riviera.

When I look at my old pictures, all I can see is what I used to be but am no longer. I think: What I can see is what I am not.

Then that did very well at the box office, so before you knew it, we were in a string of feature motion pictures. Then they announced that they were going to do some spinoffs of...

I didn’t mind what she called me, what anybody called me. But this was the room I had to live in. It was all I had in the way of a home. In it was...

The hardest thing for an artist to do is to let go. I don’t wanna be the dude – if you come to my house, there are no pictures circa ’86 in my house.

She knew her place in this family, always had. Knew why she was conceived. And it wasn’t for a photo on the mantle.

Is a picture really worth a thousand words? What thousand words? A thousand words from a lunatic, or a thousand words from Nietzsche? Actually, Nietzsche was a lunatic, but you see my point. What about...

They say a picture is worth a thousand words, but a word is worth a million pictures. A billion. As many as there are people who know the word. Each has their own picture, their...

Time can play all sorts of tricks on you. In the blink of an eye, babies appear in carriages, coffins disappear into the ground, wars are won and lost, and children transform, like butterflies, into...

I never want people to be repulsed with my pictures; I always want to attract people.

I didn’t look at any of the newspapers, I look at the pictures sometimes, but apart from that I don’t read them.

At ‘SNL’ there’s framed pictures of all the cast members, and it starts with Dan Aykroyd. It’s linear. It just keeps going through all these people, and then you’re at the end of it.

Taking pictures is savoring life intensely, every hundredth of a second.

Writing is an abstract art of drawing pictures of the conscious and subconscious mind with words.

Guys Are Eyes.

A man of substance should trust very carefully an online networking friend whose shared images are not often palatable to his taste.

Cereal face,” and I took it while eating Cocoa Puffs.

Natasha Lyonne is fantastic on Twitter. She posts hilarious pictures. I don’t even know where she finds some of them; it’ll be like a random picture of a chinchilla kissing a lion or Bill Murray...

The sky was like ebony and the only illumination was the harsh white light of the central streetlamp, which cast shadows so hard it seemed you might cut yourself on them.