In a photograph a person’s eyes tell much, sometimes they tell all.

I see pictures all the time. I could stay for hours and watch a raindrop.

The important thing is not the camera but the eye.

Once the amateur's naive approach and humble willingness to learn fades away, the creative spirit of good photography dies with it. Every professional should remain always in his heart an amateur.

Yes, I sold buttons to earn living. But I took pictures to keep on living. Pictures are my life – as necessary as eating or breathing.

When I have a camera in my hand, I know no fear.

Never boss people around. It's more important to click with people than to click the shutter.

Retire? Retire from What? Life? I will only retire when I am dead!

I seldom think when I take a picture. My eyes and fingers react - click. But first, it's most important to decide on the angle at which your photograph is to be taken.

We are only beginning to learn what to say in a photograph. The world we live in is a succession of fleeting moments, any one of which might say something significant.

I always prefer photographing in available light – or Rembrandt-light I like to call it – so you get the natural modulations of the face. It makes a more alive, real, and flattering portrait.

Beyond the satiation level of income, you can buy more pleasurable experiences, but you will lose some of your ability to enjoy the less expensive ones.

The Future is hidden even from those who are forging it.

Dogs do know how comfortable you are with yourself, how happy you are, how fearful you are, and what is missing inside of you.

The positions I played, every play, I was making contact, not like that Deion Sanders. He couldn't tackle my wife. He's back there dancing out there instead of hitting.

I spent thirty-two years in a paper mill in southern Ohio, and before that I worked in a meatpacking plant and a shoe factory.

The law is above the law, you know.

Flea brain, got a hole in her head. If she wasn't good looking, she'd be better off dead.

We beg one hour of death, that neither she With widow's tears may live to bury me, Nor weeping I, with wither'd arms, may bear My breathless Baucis to the sepulchre.

You make me wish that birth control was retroactive.

When you’re in a position to be paparazzi-ed just walking down the street, you’d look a little daft if you were smiling all the time.