My only interest in photographing is photography.

No one moment is most important. Any moment can be something.

Sometimes I feel like . . . the world is a place I bought a ticket to. It’s a big show for me, as if it wouldn’t happen if I wasn’t there with a camera.

Photography is about finding out what can happen in the frame. When you put four edges around some facts, you change those facts.

Photography is not about the thing photographed. It is about how that thing looks photographed.

You have a lifetime to learn technique. But I can teach you what is more important than technique, how to see; learn that and all you have to do afterwards is press the shutter.

I don't have anything to say in any picture. My only interest in photography is to see what something looks like as a photograph. I have no preconceptions.

A photograph is the illusion of a literal description of how the camera 'saw' a piece of time and space.

The photograph should be more interesting or more beautiful than what was photographed

I photograph to find out what something will look like photographed.

Photographers mistake the emotion they feel while taking the photo as a judgment that the photograph is good

He's a nightmare, " she said. "I can be, too." Rook answered, his red eyes glowing. "Just try me.

Famous revolutionary, ' you say, and the laughter pumps out of your chest like blood, great almost painful spurts of it splashing up the building faces toward the marquee moon.

In the beginning was the word, the word That from the solid bases of the light Abstracted all the letters of the void.

The human race will be the cancer of the planet.

I love writing songs where the name is the title.

Ladies, if you saw me jackin off in a ferrari would you be jealous?

Something nonhuman doesn’t become human by getting older and bigger; whatever is human is human from the beginning.

When you have a flourishing of the economy you have a flourishing of the arts.

Fashion to me has become very disposable; I wanted to get back to craft, to clothes that could last.

But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd Than that which withering on the virgin thorn Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.