I've never lied. I think I've lived a moral life.

Beauty and the devil are the same thing.

To make pictures big is to make them more powerful.

Sell the public flowers... things that they can hang on their walls without being uptight.

I am selfish, but that's an attribute that all artists possess.

I am obsessed with beauty. I want everything to be perfect, and of course it isn’t. And that’s a tough place to be because you’re never satisfied.

If I am at a party, I want to be at the party. Too many photographers use the camera to avoid participating in things. They become professional observers.

When I work, and in my art, I hold hands with God.

The more pictures you see, the better you are as a photographer.

I went into photography because it seemed like the perfect vehicle for commenting on the madness of today's existence.

If a day goes by without my doing something related to photography, it's as though I've neglected something essential to my existence, as though I had forgotten to wake up.

God in His perfect wisdom gave you power to control only one thing in the entire universe, and that is you.

What matters most with any regimen, whether it's to lose weight or stop drinking or smoking, is your willingness to seek help and your desire to say 'no more.

You don't have the right to hold somebody accountable for standards you refuse to apply to yourself.

There can be no great courage where there is no confidence or assurance, and half the battle is in the conviction that we can do what we undertake.

Important things are inevitably cliche, but nobody wants to admit that.

Wherever there were horses or ponies the mushrooms always sprang up.

We're not trying to take power away or rule anybody - we're just trying to get up from under the rulers.

One of the things that I do like about filmmaking is that you find out how to solve new problems.

I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.

Love's stories written in love's richest books. To fan the moonbeams from his sleeping eyes.