I believe that photography loves banal objects, and I love the life of objects.

I love the life of objects. When the children go to bed, the objects come to life. I like to tell stories about the life of inanimate objects.

I believe a lot in instinct. One should never dull it by wanting to know everything. One shouldn't ask too many questions but do what one does properly, never rush, and never torment oneself.

I don't like the discussions about whether photography is an art. Even though I think that if it would be just a craft I would not have stayed with it all my life.

Talent is the multiplier. The more energy and attention you invest in it, the greater the yield. The time you spend with your best is, quite simply, your most productive time.

Every new adjustment is a crisis in self-esteem.

The United States was born in the country and moved to the city in the nineteenth century.

The law: it has honored us; may we honor it.

Death keepes no Calender.

I suffer from a spiritual malaise which manifests itself in outbursts of vicious rage.

Before I go to bed at night, I ice my face, because it closes your pores and makes a difference in the morning.

All those little congruences and arabesques you prepared with such delicate anticipatory pleasure are gobbled up as if by pigs at a pastry cart.

Mad people = People who stand alone and burn. I'm attracted to them because they give me permission to do the same.

Talent is perhaps nothing other than successfully sublimated rage.