I get so confused about life photography art.

I was born on a tiny cot in southwestern Massachusetts during World War II. A sickly child, I turned to photography to overcome my loneliness and isolation.

As soon as I got funny, I killed any majestic intentions in my work.

I was working with mud and photographs and thread, eyelashes, carrots and acetone... I was throwing radios off buildings and... remember floating styrofoam commas down the Milwaukee River.

My Weimaraners are perfect fashion models. Their elegant, slinky forms are covered in gray - and gray, everyone knows, goes with anything.

Dangle something in front of the camera. Get something surprising to be released.

Start with a premise and then somehow invert it.

Man Ray takes a lot of pressure off me. It's like having a third person in a conversation; one of you doesn't have to talk all the time.

I was really relieved not to have to drag something in front of the camera; I could use a pencil and paper. A regular pencil and typing paper. That appealed to me.

I now see my life, not as a slow shaping of achievment to fit my preconceived purposes, but as the gradual discovery of a purpose which I did not know.

Success is evident from the joy you experience. Be willing to let go of anything that takes your joy away.

I gave him a piece of my heart a long time ago, and once you give that away, I’ve learned you don’t so easily get it back.

Just because I'm talking about something that might have been a sad or painful situation doesn't mean that I'm sad or tortured 24 hours a day any more than anybody else is.

It would be good for the workers in Vietnam even as it helps make sure that they're not undercutting competition here in the United States.

I don't come to Toronto often, so when I'm there it's always special and rare which I think makes it very exciting for my fans.

Most pioneers are at the mercy of doubt at the beginning, whether of their worth, of their theories, or of the whole enigmatic field in which they labour.

Well, today, the diocese is more than ever a microcosm.

The earth, that is sufficient, I do not want the constellations any nearer, I know they are very well where they are, I know they suffice for those who belong to them.

In the moral world there is nothing impossible if we can bring a thorough will to it. Man can do everything with himself, but he must not attempt to do too much with others.