I always thought that I was lazy because I could never tell if I was working or not. I was making things, which doesn't seem like work.

I am excited about more than just youth culture, and youth is also stretching a bit longer now. But I have to say resistance and disregard keeps me excited.

I think I'm predominantly known for my portraits. Obviously in my work there are landscape or stilllife elements, but mainly my work is people . . .

I'm pretty solitary when I take pictures. Even when I take pictures of people, I just go about my own way of doing it.

My photography has really always been about what I feel I'm getting out of it. What people on the outside get doesn't concern me.

The place where I am is always my favorite place.

I have always made films simultaneously, so they go hand in hand. I think that my books are like films.

Holland is a fairly small country, and in a weird way, somewhat conservative. That might surprise people because it is a very tolerant place, but it's also a somewhat Calvinist country.

Sometimes when people look at the work I've done with my family, they think it's autobiographical. But it really isn't. It's more about the idea of family.

A lot of my work comes through accidents or circumstances that just happen to present themselves. I have to realize that something is presenting itself. Otherwise it slips right by.

I'm a very curious person. And most people are charmed by curiosity - especially if you are curious about them or what they are doing . . . unless they are breaking into a car or something.

Sometimes in the winds of change we find our true direction.

Erase the parts that make me unhappy. I guess that means emphasizing the parts that do.

There are many kinds of conceit, but the chief one is to let people know what a very ancient and gifted family one descends from.

Media over here, coming to ya like a world premiere. Trench coat and my underwear, let's go with this freak show.

Despair doth strike as deep a furrow in the brain as mischief or remorse.

I guess when I really think about it, God's voice sounds a lot like my voice.

Nothing remains beautiful and interesting except thought, because the thought is the life.

Is there a design in the events of our lives? Or do things just happen, much like a junk yard falling down a staircase? If it's the latter, how do you deal with it?

Even though our society is increasingly pluralistic, we must ensure an equal playing field rather than a religiously cleansed arena where people of faith are no longer welcome.

Ask anyone who has been in a love relationship for a while: nothing is perfect.