For me, a hearty 'belly laugh' is one of the beautiful sounds in the world.

My Chicago is beautiful and diverse. It was able to give me all parts of the world all in one.

It may be an instinct, it is with me anyway, when you're presenting something to the world, to make it as beautiful as you can.

Working in Tokyo has convinced me that, contrary to what people think, it is actually one of the world's most beautiful cities.

I grew up in a world where a woman who looks like me, with my kind of skin and my kind of hair, was never considered to be beautiful.

The world is vast, beautiful, and fascinating, even awe-inspiring - but impersonal. It demands nothing of me, and allows me to demand nothing of it.

Whenever someone asked me - 'What's your dream?' I did not even have to think before saying - 'To see each & every corner of this big beautiful world.'

Tell me I'm beautiful, it's nothing. Tell me I'm intellectual - I know it. Tell me I'm funny, and it's the greatest compliment in the world anyone could give me.

I'm interested in the person I photograph. The world is so beautiful as it is; there's so much going on, which is sort of interesting. It's just so crazy, so why do I have to put some retouching on it? It's just pointless to me.

When I was first exposed to the films of Ingmar Bergman, I found them frank and disturbing portraits of the world we live in, but that was not something that displeased me. They were beautiful. I thought people would respond to my plays the way I responded to Bergman's films.

If depression has taught me one thing, it is this: what a rare and beautiful treasure is the simple human gift of joy. For me now, joy - our capacity to delight in one another and in the world - is the reason why we are here. It is as simple as that. And I feel compelled to spread the word.

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