This photographing is really the business of stealing.

I hated painting, and I quit right after high school because I was continually told how terrific I was... it made me feel shaky.

Freaks was a thing I photographed a lot. It was one of the first things I photographed, and it had a terrific kind of excitement for me. I just used to adore them. I still do adore some of them.

There is so much work to working that there are moments, moments, where I stop and look around, and it seems too arduous to go on. It isn't, of course.

That is why people have jobs and pay checks... it helps keep you from unanswerable questions.

I am full of a sense of promise, like I often have: the feeling of always being at the beginning.

I used to think consciousness itself was a virtue, so I tried to keep it all in my head at the same time: past, future, etc.

I want to photograph the considerable ceremonies of our present. I want to gather them, like somebody's grandmother putting up preserves, because they will have been so beautiful.

Men are but children of a larger growth, Our appetites as apt to change as theirs, And full as craving too, and full as vain.

Every Difference is a Likeness too.