What the artist attempts to do is to try and tell a story. Attempting to give physical expression to a story that's internal.

My pictures must first be beautiful, but that beauty is not enough. I strive to convey an underlying edge of anxiety, of isolation, of fear.

Every artist has a central story to tell, and the difficulty, the impossible task, is trying to present that story in pictures

It's about finding meaning through light. I'm always interested in tensions. A primary one is the collision between the familiar and the strange.

I really love that dynamic between beauty and sadness...theres always these moments of quiet alienation, the sense of disconnect, but also, these moments of possibility.

I’m interested in using the iconography of nature and the American landscape as surrogates or metaphors for psychological anxiety, fear or desire

It is really important to have an obsessive need to construct something, to understand something from your own experience.

I think that, in a sense, there's something about photography in general that we could associate with memory, or the past, or childhood.

The suburban landscape is alien and strange and exotic. I photograph it out of longing and desire. My photographs are also about repression and internal angst.

My father was a psycho-analyst and I think that fact was very influential on my development as an artist. Trying to search beneath the surface of things for an unexpected sense of mystery.

The viewer is more likely to project their own narrative onto the picture.

Everyone has a business idea. But few have a team... and very few a vision.

I was trying to pay the bills with poems, and it was easy to memorize my poems, because I'd be riding my bike in California trying to memorize them before going on stage at a poetry lounge.

Whenever the current of money is forcibly stopped, and when money is prevented from settling at its just level, there are no limits to the possible variations of the exchange.

For some moments in life there are no words.

The debt of gratitude we owe our mother and father goes forward, not backward. What we owe our parents is the bill presented to us by our children.

The American political system is like fast food - mushy, insipid, made out of disgusting parts of things and everybody wants some.

I like to discover new things.

O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song!

Robbie Keane was like the cat that got the cheese

In recent years, I've been writing because I'm fortunate enough to work in the world of food television, to travel and taste and learn about cooking from the best chefs in the business.