Man Ray takes a lot of pressure off me. It's like having a third person in a conversation; one of you doesn't have to talk all the time.

I was born on a tiny cot in southwestern Massachusetts during World War II. A sickly child, I turned to photography to overcome my loneliness and isolation.

As soon as I got funny, I killed any majestic intentions in my work.

I was working with mud and photographs and thread, eyelashes, carrots and acetone... I was throwing radios off buildings and... remember floating styrofoam commas down the Milwaukee River.

My Weimaraners are perfect fashion models. Their elegant, slinky forms are covered in gray - and gray, everyone knows, goes with anything.

Dangle something in front of the camera. Get something surprising to be released.

I get so confused about life photography art.

Start with a premise and then somehow invert it.

I was really relieved not to have to drag something in front of the camera; I could use a pencil and paper. A regular pencil and typing paper. That appealed to me.

If you are able to talk about your life and the joys and sorrows you have experienced, if you know your story, you are much more likely to be a skillful parent.

Home's where you go when you run out of homes.

Aim at nothing and you'll succeed.

I was young not too long ago, and I know the last thing you want is someone preaching to you.

You have inherited (the) most from yourself, not from your family! The family is only a river through which Soul flows.

I wanted to be a brain surgeon, but I had a bad habit of dropping things.

My thoughts are stars I cannot fathom into constellations.

Beneath all differences of doctrine or discipline there exists a fundamental agreement as to the simple, absolute essentials in religion.

My strong game was ping pong. Relentless... steady.

Why do people who like to get up early look with disdain on those who like to lie in bed late? And why do people who like to work feel superior to those who prefer to dream?