I find the surface of a photograph a thing of beauty in and of itself, and it is this surface that makes a photograph unique relative to other two-dimensional media.

For me the printing process is part of the magic of photography. It's that magic that can be exciting, disappointing, rewarding and frustrating all in the same few moments in the darkroom.

I really don't have any secrets. I've never met a photographer whose work I respected that had a secret because the secret lies within each and every one of us.

When I'm about ready to press the cable release on the View camera, I've tried to anticipate some of the challenges I'm going to encounter in the darkroom.

I find the single most valuable tool in my darkroom is my trash can

Whatever it takes to get the image to reach that level is what that photographer needs to do.

So to me it's very similar in terms of trying to distill within the image, those elements that are gonna form, hopefully, a compelling visual statement.

I support any procedure that allows photographers to express themselves, whether that involves color, black and white, platinum, palladium and digital technology.

Pictures you have taken have an influence on those that you are going to make. That's life!

It's not a question of getting the opportunities, it's a question of noticing that opportunities are there.

I make photographs and still make photographs of the natural environment. It's a love because that was part of my life before I was involved in photography.

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man, ’ he said.

The neglected heart will soon be a heart overrun with worldly thoughts; the neglected life will soon become a moral chaos.

The costume of women should be suited to her wants and needs.

Look at this limp cravet. And the sad state of those cuffs. I can hardly bring myself to look upon them.

Grilling outside with my parents at the Jersey shore. We would grill lobster and corn in the summer.

A real racehorse should have a head like a lady and the behind like a cook.

My mother is such a lousy cook that Thanksgiving at her house is a time of sorrow.

Charles Darwin got totally hammered, woke up next to a monkey and decided he had to come up with a theory to make it all okay.

No one knows what to do with you, girlie.

It is well indeed for out land that we of this generation have learned to think nationally.