[Speak softly]Those who cannot hear an angry shout may strain to hear a whisper.

Speak softly and carry a big stick.

Send me a whisper, but one so dim that only my soul could hear.

We all make a noise...Some are a whisper in the dark and some are a shout on the mountains, but we all make a noise.

I think about myself as like an ocean liner that's been going full speed for a long distance, and the captain pulls the throttle back all the way to 'stop,' but the ship doesn't stop immediately, does it? It has its own momentum and it keeps on going, and I'm very flattered that people are still finding me useful.

My dream concept is that I have a camera and I am trying to photograph what is essentially invisible. And every once in a while I get a glimpse of her and I grab that picture.