I have never taken a photograph without one thought in my head to amuse myself.

I have never taken a picture for any other reason than that at that moment it made me happy to do so.

Photography to me is catching a moment which is passing, and which is true.

I take photographs with love, so I try to make them art objects. But I make them for myself first and foremost - that is important.

I have two pairs of eyes – one to paint and one to take photographs.

Photography is a magic thing. A thing that has mysterious odors, a little strange and frightening, something one quickly grows to love.

The golden rule is work fast. As for framing, composition, focus-this is no time to start asking yourself questions: you just have to trust your intuition and the sharpness of your reflexes.

It's marvelous, marvelous! Nothing will ever be as much fun. I'm going to photograph everything, everything!

To talk about photos rather than making them seems idiotic to me. It's as though I went on and on about a woman I adored instead of making love to her.

Photography and writing are marvelous distractions from painting. I might even have found movies more interesting than photography. I tried it a bit, but not enough.

What’s so incredibly amusing with photography is that while seemingly an art of the surface, it catches things I haven’t even noticed. And it pains me not to have seen things in all their depth.

Complex steels our energy with the help of misgivings, strains, and fear of consequences for wrong decisions

How very wonderful friends the moon, the sea and the night are!

Know all the theories, master all the techniques, but as you touch a human soul be just another human soul.

Everyone is looking for me to bring a gold back home, and a lot of people in other places are expecting me to win.

I didn't know how we were going to get jobs out of NAFTA, but I tend to be suspicious of these things, like NAFTAs and WTOs and so on.

Why should I be limited by my own biography?

It seems to me that the students are now half-awake enough to try and wake up their brother workers. If you don't pass on your own awareness then it closes down again.

Democracy is but an experiment in the long history of the world.

Realistically there is no limit to the possibilities. How does an artist make decisions?

Mud and rain and wretchedness and blood. Why should jolly soldier-boys complain? God made these before the roofless Flood - Mud and rain.