I just yesterday returned from a trip where I photographed a woman with two children whom I photographed first when she was the age of the older of the two children.

There are photographs that I don’t take now, that I previously would have taken without any thought at all as to any misinterpretations.

Different members of different cultures will think that some things are beautiful.

Any artist that's involved in their work is inevitably going to have a focus in what they do.

I don't photograph any two people who are remotely the same.

When I started doing my work years ago, I had doubts as to whether the informed consent question was answerable.

That dichotomy between the public consumption of the work and my intent and practice in making it is an uneasy one for me, on occasion.

All my life I've taken photographs of people who are completely at peace being what they were in the situations I photographed them in.

The truth is that from birth on we are, to one extent or another, a fairly sensual species.

I'm the last person who has any desire to instruct anybody in shame. That's no errand for me.

I found myself serving a sentence of public denial from the very second the raid on my apartment happened.

I do not know what it was about that boy but just looking at him, even I wanted to clout him on the head. It was a head that invited violence.

She can feel her vanished talent like a phantom limb, the empty ache of its subtraction from the short list of her assets, and she knows with spiteful certainty that it is gone for good.

The beast faith lives on its own dung.

For the lesser evil is reckoned a good in comparison with the greater evil, since the lesser evil is rather to be chosen than the greater. .

A fellow who has a funny bone can learn to hone his skills, but I don't think you can develop a funny bone - you either have it or you don't. And by the way - when you get it, we don't know it.

He took a deep, shuddering breath. "Okay. I said it, it's out there. And I am fine now. So let's move on, shall we? What's the plan?

Yes," I said. "My name is seven-five-nine-nine-three-nine-ex-dash-one. Junior.

Abortion is the taking of a life.

I think in the first place hearing the music inside of you is very soothing, very comforting. For me there always been, if you like, a spiritual connection between myself and music.

The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow'r, And all that beauty, all that wealth e'er gave, Awaits alike th' inevitable hour. The paths of glory lead but to the grave.