I never spend my time doing anything I'll have to do again tomorrow.
A photographer is part pick-pocket and part tightrope dancer.
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.
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.
And the flavor of Pippa's kiss--bittersweet and strange--stayed with me all the way back uptown, swaying and sleepy as I sailed home on the bus, melting with sorrow and loveliness, a starry ache that lifted me up above the windswept city like a kite: my head in the rainclouds, my heart in the sky.
If I have anything, it's tenacity.
There is no greater mystery to me than that of light traveling through darkness.
The vast majority of people are unthinking prejudice machines.