It has never been my object to record my dreams, just the determination to realize them.

I would photograph an idea rather than an object, a dream rather than an idea.

Of course, there will always be those who look only at technique, who ask 'how', while others of a more curious nature will ask 'why'. Personally, I have always preferred inspiration to information.

A camera alone does not make a picture. To make a picture you need a camera, a photographer and above all a subject. It is the subject that determines the interest of the photograph.

When I saw I was under attack from all sides, I knew I was on the right track.

My works were designed to amuse, annoy, bewilder, mystify and inspire reflection.

To me, a painter, if not the most useful, is the least harmful member of our society.

Nature does not create works of art. It is we, and the faculty of interpretation peculiar to the human mind, that see art.

To create is divine, to reproduce is human.

I photograph the things that I do not wish to paint, the things which already have an existence.

I have been accused of being a joker. But the most successful art to me involves humor.

We're like goldfields. Until we dig deep to find what's inside us, our true potentials may be hidden forever.

There's no right. There's no wrong. There's only popular opinion.

When you delete pictures of your ex off your phone, it feels lighter.

When we get to wishing a great deal for ourselves, whatever we get soon turns into mere limitation and exclusion.

No one can usurp the heights... But those to whom the miseries of the world Are misery, and will not let them rest.

You know you're old when your walker has an airbag.

The details of what [Barack] Obama was going to do to the American health care system didn't matter. All that mattered was whether or not Obama was going to get it.

Speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear.

...she moved about in a mental cloud of many-coloured idealities, which eclipsed all sinister contingencies by its brightness.

Either in conflict with others or in harmony with them, we go through life like a runaway horse, unable to stop.