I don't just look at the thing itself or at the reality itself; I look around the edges for those little askew moments-kind of like what makes up our lives-those slightly awkward, lovely moments.

The full weight and mystery of your art rests upon your relationship to your subject matter.

How do you find a way to say what an extraordinary experience it is to be alive in this world? That is the kind of subject matter I try to work with.

I'm fond of implied narratives, oblique angles, and leaving a little room for the viewer to finish a picture.

I like what Wallace Stevens said: "Poetry must almost successfully resist intelligence." I just change the word "poetry" to "my photographs".

The raw materials of photography are light and time and memory.

Sharpness is overrated.

I want to be made better personally. That is the gig.

Your ideas come out of the way you conduct your life.

I don't think science is necessarily incompatible with mystical or spiritual sensibilities. I often weigh them equally in my thinking, which sometimes finds itself into the work.

You are lucky if you have one or two epiphanies in your life, particularly a creative one.

P.S. It's not schizophrenia, it's creativity, there is a difference. My voices go away after I let them tell their stories.

God is committed when we are submitted! Surrender whatever you're holding onto!

Science reckons many prophets, but there is not even a promise of a Messiah.

Surely people should eventually cease to be surprised at anything? And yet they continue to be.

The hardest thing in my industry is longevity, getting your next job. It's hard to get the first job, but it's so much harder to get the sixth or seventh as a woman.

When the precipitancy of a man's wishes hurries on his ideas ninety times faster than the vehicle he rides in--woe be to truth!

never believe a man can change a woman those men are pretenders who think that they created women from one of their ribs

People who repress desires often turn, suddenly, into hypocrites.

I have never been to a brothel. I don't think I could go into one.

Love is that common tone shall raise his fiery head and sound his note.