Everyone started to have a camera. That's when I started to travel outside of New York and go into nature.

I didn't have much of a life in crime as a graffiti writer.

My photographs are a celebration of life, fun and the beautiful. They are a world that doesn't exist. A fantasy. Freedom is real. There are no rules. The life I wish I was living.

I've been attracted to Kate Moss since I was a teenager.

It's weird being a photographer because you really have to divorce yourself from the image.

I don't want to be an artist that gets stuck doing one thing. I don't want to be an artist who people look back at and say, 'His early work was really great.

I think the driving force when I moved to New York was the fear of going home with my tail between my legs.

In a lot of ways I look at these old photos, and I don't know if I would have been able to communicate with these people on this level if I didn't have a camera. I think I would still be so shy.

I just remember how excited I was to have a boyfriend and be in love and to document it.

I'm making the art for me first. I'm making it because these are the pictures I want to see. I'm making pictures that don't yet exist.

I spent all of my money on film. I remember I would do these set-design jobs or transcribe or just anything to get, like, a $100 check and go immediately to Adorama and buy expired film.

The good critic is he who narrates the adventures of his soul among masterpieces.

An almost hysterical antagonism toward the gold standard is one issue which unites statists of all persuasions. They seem to sense... that gold and economic freedom are inseparable.

I have the incredibly good fortune of being able to make the majority of the work I produce in the world on my own with no one bothering me. It really comes entirely out of me.

Abundance is scooped from abundance yet abundance remains.

Perhaps not," said Will, who had ears like a bat's. "But I would make a radiant bride.

I shall not mingle conjectures with certainties.

The more learned and witty you bee, the more fit to act for Satan will you bee.

Yesterday is skin on snake, to be shed many times.

May you live unenvied, and pass many pleasant years unknown to fame; and also have congenial friends. [Lat., Vive sine invidia, mollesque inglorius annos Exige; amicitias et tibi junge pares.]

If you're making abortion illegal and undermining the various things that will allow the prevention of that need, it can only be a situation that goes from bad to worse.