I do not photograph nature. I photograph my visions.

I would photograph an idea rather than an object, a dream rather than an idea.

Of course, there will always be those who look only at technique, who ask 'how', while others of a more curious nature will ask 'why'. Personally, I have always preferred inspiration to information.

A camera alone does not make a picture. To make a picture you need a camera, a photographer and above all a subject. It is the subject that determines the interest of the photograph.

When I saw I was under attack from all sides, I knew I was on the right track.

My works were designed to amuse, annoy, bewilder, mystify and inspire reflection.

To me, a painter, if not the most useful, is the least harmful member of our society.

Nature does not create works of art. It is we, and the faculty of interpretation peculiar to the human mind, that see art.

To create is divine, to reproduce is human.

I photograph the things that I do not wish to paint, the things which already have an existence.

I have been accused of being a joker. But the most successful art to me involves humor.

I wondered what I would do if I didn't have my God to turn to and be able to read the Book He had divinely inspired.

I struggle between what I know is right in my own mind, and some warped truthfulness as seen through other people's eyes who have no heart, and can't see the difference anyway.

Movie-making is the process of turning money into light. All they have at the end of the day is images flickering on a wall.

As a director, I try not to implement a way for working, for every single actor, across the board. I try to work with each one, on an individual basis.

The world is not unkind, and reprobates are worse than their reputations.

Hanging a noose on my door reeks of cowardice and fear on many, many levels.

There are days in retirement that are the waking equivalent of a dreamless sleep, if you know what I mean.

Confucianism strongly condemned the use of drugs like opium.

Dissensions, like small streams, are first begun, Scarce seen they rise, but gather as they run: So lines that from their parallel decline, More they proceed the more they still disjoin.