Good photographs aren't just complex. They are enigmatic. Images are beguiling. And the way they play into our psychology, into our visual cortex, is something we still don't understand.

I Love photographing. It’s that simple.

We sort of understand how painkillers work. You take one, and it reduces your headache. We don't understand how photographs work. And that, to me, is an essential problem as a practitioner.

I love photographing. I love the experience of being around all the things that surround you when you go out to do work.

After my mother died, I lived with relatives. Reading was a means of escaping into other worlds, as photography, much later, was to become.

It's certainly important to include text beside documentary photographs. Furthermore, it's important to include text in a way that's useful and accessible.

It's quite difficult to write about photography as a photographer. A lot of better photographers than me have declined to do it.

One of the greatest secrets of great leaders

Life is full of surprises, but never when you need one.

The great part about tennis is you can't run out the clock.... As long as we were still playing, I had a chance.

Our [people's] very saving is associated with our gratitude. Which follows: if our fall in the garden was ingratitude, then salvation must be intimately related to giving of thanks.

The more the art dominated my life and my house, the more the house became a home.

Understanding does not come through analysis;understanding comes only when the mind is very quite,unburdened,no longer seeking success and therefore being thwarted,afraid of faluire.

I should start every game, I should be playing every minute of every match and always be in the team.

If I ever feel that this is dangerous or I'm scared of it, then that probably draws me more towards it.

Love is the experience that others are not others. Beauty is the experience that objects are not objects.

I close my eyes and can see men drawing lines in the dust. America pushes through the membrane of mist and smoke, and I'm a small boy again in Bogalusa.