You don’t have to go looking for pictures. The material is generous. You go out and the pictures are staring at YOU.

I always wanted to be a photographer. I was fascinated with the materials, but I never dreamed I would be having this much fun. I imagined something much less elusive, much more mundane.

I retired from everything except work.

... photographs are so loaded with information. They're remarkable. As I said, you get both the tree and the forest.

The camera is not merely a reflecting pool and the photographs are not exactly the mirror, mirror on the wall that speaks with a twisted tongue.

Photographs also show the way that the camera sees. It's not just me or you or anybody else. The camera does something that is different from our own setting.

Photography is a generous medium.

The world makes up my pictures, not me.

At first, my presence in my photos was fascinating and disturbing. But as time passed and I was more a part of other ideas in my photos, I was able to add a giggle to those feelings.

If one really knew what one was doing, why do it? It seems to me if you had the answer why ask the question? The thing is there are so many questions.

... a mysterious intersection of chance and attention that goes well beyond the existential surrealism of the 'decisive moment'.

I've always privately suspected that Jesus is in favor of revolutionaries, seeing as how he was a bit of one himself.

Our worst misfortunes never happen and most miseries lie in anticipation.

All Sacred Scriptures is but one book, and that one book is Christ, because all divine Scripture speaks of Christ, and all divine Scripture is fulfilled in Christ.

But what was the point of living so quietly you made no noise at all?

I won't be satisfied until people want to hear me sing without looking at me. Of course, that doesn't mean I want them to stop looking.

Ours was a storytelling family even in pleasing times, and in those days my parents looked on words as our sustenance, rich in their flavor and wholesome for the soul.

Five hundred and fifty generations have lived here. Only the stories we tell each other will create us as a true Canadian people.

Humble yourself, you’ll grow greater than the world.Your Self will be revealed to you, without you.

Pete Rose came over to the Phillies in '79 and he became the catalyst that helped us to put it all together.

Then my verse I dishonor, my pictures despise, my person degrade and my temper chastise; and the pen is my terror, the pencil my shame; and my talents I bury, and dead is my fame.