Photography is just light remembering itself.

My creative process begins when I get out with the camera and interact with the world. A camera is truly a license to explore. There are no uninteresting things. There are just uninterested people.

It's equally hard and labor intensive to create an image on the computer as it is in a darkroom. Believe me.

I have gradually confused photography with life.

I think of my photographs as being obviously symbolic, but not symbolically obvious.

Of course, in order to make art, the frustration of not working has to be greater than the frustration of working.

When the entire process becomes a prescribed ritual that does not allow for spontaneous variations and reactions, the vitality of the medium and our relation to it suffers.

The goal of the artist is not to resolve life's mysteries, but to deepen them.

My visual quest is driven by a desire to create a universe capable of supporting feelings and ideas.

Ultimately, my hope is to amaze myself.

The anticipation of discovering new possibilities becomes my greatest joy.

We had some good times at school. I didn't know how good those times was till I left, but I guess that's the way of it

My self-esteem is Teflon coated, baby.

Epitaph: An inscription on a tomb showing that virtues acquired by death have a retroactive effect.

Goals are harmful unless they guide you to make specific behaviors easier to do. Don’t focus your motivation on doing Behavior X. Instead, focus on making Behavior X easier to do.

I can't help thinking that science would be more appealing if it had no practical use.

I think it's only failure if you put the word failure on it. I think it's part of the process of learning where you're going to go and what doesn't work.

And books which told me everything about the wasp, except why.

A government shutdown, it isn't the end of the world. It's a bad thing. The government stops working for a few days. We cover it a lot. Polls turn against who ever made it stop working.

The Falklands thing was a fight between two bald men over a comb.

Every fight is one between different angles of vision illuminating the same truth.