In 1979, I received a phone call from Ansel Adams asking me if I would be willing to consider coming to work for him. I was teaching photography in Southern California at that point.

For me the printing process is part of the magic of photography. It's that magic that can be exciting, disappointing, rewarding and frustrating all in the same few moments in the darkroom.

I really don't have any secrets. I've never met a photographer whose work I respected that had a secret because the secret lies within each and every one of us.

When I'm about ready to press the cable release on the View camera, I've tried to anticipate some of the challenges I'm going to encounter in the darkroom.

I find the single most valuable tool in my darkroom is my trash can

Whatever it takes to get the image to reach that level is what that photographer needs to do.

So to me it's very similar in terms of trying to distill within the image, those elements that are gonna form, hopefully, a compelling visual statement.

I support any procedure that allows photographers to express themselves, whether that involves color, black and white, platinum, palladium and digital technology.

Pictures you have taken have an influence on those that you are going to make. That's life!

It's not a question of getting the opportunities, it's a question of noticing that opportunities are there.

I make photographs and still make photographs of the natural environment. It's a love because that was part of my life before I was involved in photography.

The weaker mind reacts.

I don't deserve this award but I have arthritis and I don't deserve that either.

La Mancha is a very macho, chauvinistic society. I saw very clearly that my life had to be in Madrid, and I liberated myself from my mum and dad after high school.

The only nature I'm interested in is my own nature.

East Hampton happens to have been the first place in the world where I was a star, a real star with a star pasted above my name on the dressing-room door.

I don't have anything to fix! I don't smoke, I don't drink, and I don't eat carbs. My life is just great now. Normal. Vanilla.

I just figured out hustles to get by, like maybe selling my clothes. I wanted to travel around and be broke and live in sketchy apartments.

The potential for the next Pearl Harbor could very well be a cyber-attack.

Ambition, having reached the summit, longs to descend.

Never neglect an opportunity for improvement.