Very few people have the nerve to grab their dreams. Most that you meet will be half-images or carbon copies of who they really want to be.
Smartphones are so fabulous in so many ways that it seems daft to be nostalgic about the days when an image did not go round the world in a nanosecond.
Writers and politicians are natural rivals. Both groups try to make the world in their own images; they fight for the same territory.
A still image attracts the viewer with an overall impact, then reveals smaller details upon further study.
Today, children are watching more and more television, and are bombarded over and over with images and content that have the potential to dramatically influence their behavior.
I kept wanting to push my image as validity; I wanted to see my portrait on a wall and know it was okay.
I couldn't watch Tom and Jerry. The cruelty was too much. I had all these strange images, of tiny animals, all mixed up.
If someone is lying to you, they'll generally look up to the top right. That means that they're trying to construct an image that doesn't exist.
It is normal for me to wake and find myself writing in the dark... or to be out of my tomb, caught in an unearthly world, alive with the images that haunt me.
I resent that there is an image of perfection that is getting thinner and thinner. I've got a lovely husband and children, and I didn't lose weight to find those things.
I became hooked on the idea of being able to shoot an image and process it myself, and end up with a product.
I wasn't raised Catholic; I just really like the image of a neutral and benign Mary floating around somewhere, being nice to people.
The atheist staring from his attic window is often nearer to God than the believer caught up in his own false image of God.
You never know when someone is videotaping you or trying to capture your image. I see how it makes some people crazy.
He's part of the product and will make no bones about creating that image to bring the value up in his product, bring the value up in everything he touches.
When the doctor said I had diabetes, I conjured images of languishing on a chaise longue nibbling chocolates. I have no idea why I thought this.
The brunette phase just came about because I was fed up with this 'Blonde Angel Image'. The rebel in me demanded a new color.
Vivid images are like a beautiful melody that speaks to you on an emotional level. It bypasses your logic centers and even your intellect and goes to a different part of the brain.
The most important thing is, how can I move forward towards something that I can't articulate, that is new in storytelling with moving images and sound?
I've been criticised for pretty, smiley photographs, but at least someone is happy! In my mind, I am always giving the image to the sitter.
I'd rather be known for my accomplishments, and for things that I really do take pride in, rather than known for this doll-like image I had when I was a child.
