I don't care how they think of it. Some of these people are acquiring some very good pictures by a lot of different photographers.

No one moment is most important. Any moment can be something.

Sometimes I feel like . . . the world is a place I bought a ticket to. It’s a big show for me, as if it wouldn’t happen if I wasn’t there with a camera.

Photography is about finding out what can happen in the frame. When you put four edges around some facts, you change those facts.

Photography is not about the thing photographed. It is about how that thing looks photographed.

You have a lifetime to learn technique. But I can teach you what is more important than technique, how to see; learn that and all you have to do afterwards is press the shutter.

I don't have anything to say in any picture. My only interest in photography is to see what something looks like as a photograph. I have no preconceptions.

A photograph is the illusion of a literal description of how the camera 'saw' a piece of time and space.

The photograph should be more interesting or more beautiful than what was photographed

I photograph to find out what something will look like photographed.

Photographers mistake the emotion they feel while taking the photo as a judgment that the photograph is good

...do you have someone you can stay with? Hell, stay with your mother. The Pentagon doesn’t have the security system she’s g

The universe is full of magical things, patiently waiting for our wits to grow sharper.

The truth is, you are your own “special someone,” and loving yourself is the first step to finding love outside yourself.

It was the same in World War I, when Woodrow Wilson, also a tool of the Jews, maneuvered it into the war.

You seem to forget, Miss Flinn, that this is an institution for the insane.

So this is always the key: you have to write the book you love, the book that's alive in your heart. That's the one you have to write.

Lust's passion will be served; it demands, it militates, it tyrannizes.

Follow me if I advance, kill me if I retreat, avenge me if I die.

As a piece of rope, when burnt, retains its form, but cannot serve to bind, so is the ego which is burnt by the fire of supreme Knowledge.

If I shall be condemned Upon surmises, all proofs sleeping else But what your jealousies awake, I tell you 'Tis rigor and not law.