If arrogance is the heady wine of youth then humility must be its eternal hangover.

If arrogance is the heady wine of youth, then humility must be its eternal hangover.

Mail from home was so important when you were traveling. It kept you in touch with the familiar, even the part you were running from.

Eighty's a landmark and people treat you differently than they do when you're seventy-nine. At seventy-nine, if you drop something it just lies there. At eighty, people pick it up for you.

Emotion seemed more valid than experience, for I had so much of the former and so little of the latter.

Vanity, wounded pride, rejection, self-delusion. I could recite a litany of little pinpricks that finally produce a gaping wound. That's how marriages and friendships come apart.

People who let the weak or greedy drink their blood sometimes have a need to play God.

When you get to be my age, all your friends have either died or moved to Florida.

Fear is for the old. Lack of it is one of the joys of youth.

It's especially fitting that they call a cruise ship 'she,' for she is pregnant with a thousand adult embryos who long to stay forever warm and sheltered in this great white womb.

The rush of power to the head is not as becoming as a new hat

The human soul is an abyss

I think [the spotlight] is a lonely place to be. Everybodys wanting something from you, pulling at you.

People don't live nowadays: they get about ten percent out of life.

At no point was my career under threat, so I always knew that I would get back into action.

It seems to me that invisibility is the required provision of elegance. Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.

In my mind I needed a symbol of today's technology, and I realized that what I wanted to photograph was the Space Shuttle. And so that's where Places of Power came into being.

I have so much love inside me, Jason. So much. And I have never been allowed to shower it on anyone - no one wanted it. Let me stretch the wings of my heart with you.

Death is a displaced name for a linguistic predicament.

Nothing speaks our grief so well as to speak nothing.

Do not set out to make Mexican art, or American, Chinese, or Russian art. Think in terms of universality.