I knew it was happening, but I never paid much attention to it . . . just to the passage of time. Something new always slowly changes right in front of your eyes - it just happens.

Often people ask what I'm photographing, which is a hard question to answer. And the best what I've come up with is I just say: Life today.

I am at war with the obvious.

I don't think about what camera I should use that much. I just pick up the one that looks nicest on the day.

I had this notion of what I called a democratic way of looking around, that nothing was more or less important.

I only ever take one picture of one thing. Literally. Never two. So then that picture is taken and then the next one is waiting somewhere else.

Whatever it is about pictures, photographs, it's just about impossible to follow up with words. They don't have anything to do with each other.

We have a few things in common - smoking, drinking, and women. Photography just gets us out of the house. (To photographer Juergen Teller)

There is no particular reason to search for meaning.

It quickly came to be that I grew interested in photographing whatever was there wherever I happened to be. For any reason.

Photography just gets us out of the house.

Your dirty past somehow puts GOD's grace on blast

I'm glad that there is somebody who likes what I do, but up to when he will continue?Will he stop?

Farmers worry only during the growing season but town people worry all the time.

I know what the attitudes of the readers are: These are guys who love women and respect women.

The ideas that have lighted my way have been kindness, beauty and truth.

I believe the lasting revolution comes from deep changes in ourselves which influence our collective life.

Im usually cast as the sassy, brassy best friend.

It's like half the campaign of selling a record is trying to convince people that you're an artist. Well, I am an artist. This is what I do.

Only love for Christ has the power to incapacitate the sturdy love for self that is the bane of every sinner, and only the grace of Christ has the power to produce that love.

It is only in the depths of crisis and despair that the fear of losing one's personality breeds millennial hopes of rescue: otherwise, complacency prevails.