The arts equally have distinct departments, and unless photography has its own possibilities of expression, separate from those of the other arts, it is merely a process, not an art.

Wherever there is light, one can photograph.

In photography there is a reality so subtle that it becomes more real than reality.

A woman artist could be one of those intuitive geniuses [who] have kept their childlike spirit and have added to it breadth of vision and experience.

Photography my passion, the search for truth, my obsession.

Utopia is in the moment. Not in some future time, some other place, but in the here and now, or else it is nowhere.

All art, like all love, is rooted in heartache.

Photographers must learn not to be ashamed to have their photographs look like photographs.

My cloud photographs are equivalents of my most profound life experiences, my basic philosophy of life. All art is an equivalent of the artist’s most profound life experiences.

If you place the imperfect next to the perfect, people will see the difference between the one and the other. But if you offer the imperfect alone, people are only too apt to be satisfied by it.

I have a vision of life, and I try to find equivalents for it in the form of photographs.

He's got to have the ability, and it seems to be fairly rare, to see things as they are and at the same time as they might have been. What we mean is the eye of an artist.

Never did an eye see the sun unless it had first become sun-like, and never can the soul have vision of the First Beauty unless itself be beautiful.

I guess I probably make violent films partly because I can't express my anger in my real life very well.

I have read descriptions of Paradise that would make any sensible person stop wanting to go there.

I feel like a million tonight - but one at a time.

What I've learned is that there is nothing in this life that does not fail to disappoint us, even our own deaths.

And he was feeling not-unique in the very best possible way.

When we are walking our chosen path, we walk elegantly, emanating light.

A fool harvests his opinions in the spring.