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.

I get so confused about life photography art.

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.

There is nothing to fearFrom your reflection

The voids in her soul turned every touch of someone else into the reminiscent of his love inside her.

...there is no map of the soul because we make it up as we go...

Computers get better faster than anything else ever.

I remember in Shallow Grave I remember a few times when we'd only have to do one take. But when you did have to do more than one, you'd build on the one you'd done.

I'm not really a model.

My mum died about three years ago at the age of 101, and just towards the end, as she began to run out of energy, she did actually stop trying to tell me what to do most of the time.

Love is a very hard feeling to keep alive. It's a very fragile plant.

No one needs a word processor if he has an efficient secretary.

Nearly 100% of innovation-from business to politics-is inspired not by "market analysis" but by people who are supremely pissed off by the way things are.