I love the history of photography and one process has always replaced another. However, very, very few have disappeared.

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".

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 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.

Change is the constant the signal for rebirth the egg of the phoenix.

Right out of high school I never had the fear of getting beat, which is how most people lose.

We two make banquets of the plainest fare In every cup we find the thrill of pleasure... For us life always moves with lilting measure We two, we two, we make our world, our pleasure

Sportsmanship is that quality of honor that desires always to be courteous, fair, and respectful, and it is interpreted in the conduct of players, spectators, coaches, and school authorities.

A key ingredient to success, I learned, is relying on not only the kindness of strangers, but the kindness of colleagues.

We rest our case on the production numbers.

One uncongenial guest can ruin a dinner more easily than a poor salad, and that is saying a great deal.

I believe that God locates himself at the spot where you recognize your own fallibility....And the paradox of it all has been that whenever I give up I seem to do better.

If an opera cannot be played by an organ grinder, it's not going to achieve immortality.

Problems always appear big when incompetent men are working on them.