It's really, really hard to make it as a fine-art photographer exclusively.

There are photographs that I don’t take now, that I previously would have taken without any thought at all as to any misinterpretations.

Different members of different cultures will think that some things are beautiful.

Any artist that's involved in their work is inevitably going to have a focus in what they do.

I don't photograph any two people who are remotely the same.

When I started doing my work years ago, I had doubts as to whether the informed consent question was answerable.

That dichotomy between the public consumption of the work and my intent and practice in making it is an uneasy one for me, on occasion.

All my life I've taken photographs of people who are completely at peace being what they were in the situations I photographed them in.

The truth is that from birth on we are, to one extent or another, a fairly sensual species.

I'm the last person who has any desire to instruct anybody in shame. That's no errand for me.

I found myself serving a sentence of public denial from the very second the raid on my apartment happened.

Lack of purpose, not lack of opportunity, is the problem. We are all blessed with different gifts. Everything depends on what you do with yours

Who then is sane? He who is not a fool.

Finding is reserved for the searchers, we don't find what we need, we find what we search for

We'll meet you here. Hopefully everyone will be in human form." A wry smile. "Though I'll warn you, he's not a whole lot more pleasant that way. At least as a wolf, he can't talk.

The joy a person is usually seen to express at the conversion of another to his opinion is seldom more than the impulse of egotistical satisfaction at being considered worthy of didactic imitation.

For both Adam Smith and Karl Marx the essential work of caring for people, starting in early childhood, was "just women's work" - and in their minds not even classified as "productive work."

Crassly put: When I write, I am trying not to bore myself and my readers.

To forgive is the highest, most beautiful form of love. In return, you will receive untold peace and happiness.

When doctors and undertakers meet, they wink at each other.

No place indeed should murder sanctuarize; Revenge should have no bounds.