With a camera like that you don't believe you're in the masterpiece business. It's enough to be able to peck at the world.

I always wanted to be a photographer. I was fascinated with the materials, but I never dreamed I would be having this much fun. I imagined something much less elusive, much more mundane.

You don’t have to go looking for pictures. The material is generous. You go out and the pictures are staring at YOU.

I retired from everything except work.

... photographs are so loaded with information. They're remarkable. As I said, you get both the tree and the forest.

The camera is not merely a reflecting pool and the photographs are not exactly the mirror, mirror on the wall that speaks with a twisted tongue.

Photographs also show the way that the camera sees. It's not just me or you or anybody else. The camera does something that is different from our own setting.

Photography is a generous medium.

The world makes up my pictures, not me.

At first, my presence in my photos was fascinating and disturbing. But as time passed and I was more a part of other ideas in my photos, I was able to add a giggle to those feelings.

If one really knew what one was doing, why do it? It seems to me if you had the answer why ask the question? The thing is there are so many questions.

I will pursue the dream, no matter how long it takes to fulfil it.

The most beautiful thing you can wear is confidence.

I wiggle my eyebrows. 'Sorry, Evan, I can't make out with you while the dog is aligning himself with a magnetic field.

I think the universe is just so big that there has to be something else out there.

I have always drawn strength from being close to home.

I look pretty different. Luckily for me, I don't get harassed or anything like that.

When I left, I had learnt nothing. I took nothing with me. At least, that's what I thought then.

Despite all I have seen and experiences, I still get the same thrill out of glimpsing a tiny patch of snow in a high mountain gully and feel the same urge to climb toward it.

Sometimes when reading Goethe I have the paralyzing suspicion that he is trying to be funny.

Indifference breeds animosity.