Photographers deal in things which are continuously vanishing.

It is an illusion that photos are made with the camera... they are made with the eye, heart and head.

One eye of the photographer looks wide open through the viewfinder, the other, the closed looks into his own soul.

To me, photography is the simultaneous recognition, in a fraction of a second, of the significance of an event.

Sharpness is a bourgeois concept

In photography, the smallest thing can be a great subject. The little, human detail can become a Leitmotiv.

Photography is a way of shouting, of freeing oneself, not of proving or asserting one's own originality. It's a way of life.

For me, the camera is a sketch book, an instrument of intuition and spontaneity.

Oop! The Moment! Once you miss it, it is gone forever.

Photography is an immediate reaction, drawing is a meditation.

You just have to live and life will give you pictures.

To increase the flow of kundalini that will alter our perception, it is necessary to clarify the purpose of one's being. This is to come to understand dharma.

Strum your guitar sing it kid Just write about your feelings not the things you never did Inexperience, it once had cursed me But your youth is no handicap it's what makes you thirsty

You might be a redneck if...you've been on TV more than times describing the sound of a tornado.

But it's the things that preceded it that made that happen, and of course now someone like me thinks, well, if I can do that... then there are a lot of other things that are possible.

The Brigham Young University (BYU) campus was just a few blocks from my home and tuition was minimal.

Life is a drink and you get drunk when you're young...

I hate everything approaching temperamental inspiration,'sacred fire'and all those attributes of genius which serve only as cloaks for untidy minds.

I’m going to go out there and wait until you two are dressed. (Tiernan) Why don’t you keep walking until you get to the other side of the front door? (Adron)

There are the altars, but here is the greatest of altars, the living, conscious human body, and to worship at this altar is far higher than the worship of any dead symbols.

Great sorrows have no leisure to complain: Least ills vent forth, great griefs within remain.