Prostitutes go to heaven. It's their clients that go to hell.

I shoot fantasy. If you want reality, ride the bus

My pictures are about getting as far away from reality as possible. Dreams should be part of our everyday life.

If you want reality take the bus.

People say photographs don't lie, mine do.

I think we're in a post-pornographic time and nothing seems shocking, but everything remains carnal no matter what you do.

I wanted it to provide an escape route, I wanted to make pictures that were fantastic and took you into another world, one that was brighter. I started off with this idea.

I'm a photographer, period. I love photography, the immediacy of it. I like the craft, the idea of saying 'I'm a photographer.'

I didn’t see any difference between being a photographer or being an artist. I didn’t make those boundaries. If someone wants to think it’s art, that’s great, but I’ll let history decide.

I have no interest in being famous. I just want to make famous photographs.

As an artist you have a choice. You can add more confusion and darkness to the world or you can shine a light, make a beauty.

It is not money that makes a person free, but it is the knowledge of God’s truths.

Abused as we abuse it at present, dramatic art is in no sense cathartic; it is merely a form of emotional masturbation.

If women can sleep their way to the top, how come they aren't there?

... the United States was not built by those who waited and rested and wished to look behind them. This country was conquered by those who moved forward, and so will space.

Intentions are nice, but ultimately intentions don't really matter because they only exist inside you.

People of art should never get married and have children, because it's a selfish experience.

Count art by gold, and it fetters the feet it once winged.

To me, a feminist belong in the same category as a humanist or an advocate for human rights. I don't see why someone who's a feminist should be thought of differently.

How, without clothes, could we possess the master organ, soul's seat and true pineal gland of the body social--I mean a purse?

Be sensible of your wants, that you maybe sensible of your treasures.