Even beauties can be unattractive. If you catch a beauty in the wrong light at the right time, forget it. I believe in low lights and trick mirrors. I believe in plastic surgery.

It would be very glamorous to be reincarnated as a great big ring on Liz Taylor's finger.

The childlike, gum-chewing naivete, the glamour rooted in despair, the self-admiring carelessness, the perfected otherness, the wispiness, the shadowy, voyeuristic, vaguely sinister aura, the pale, soft-spoken magical presence, the skin and bones . . .

James Dean was the damaged but beautiful soul of our time.

It would be great to be super-human, to give the fans just what they want.

The moment you label something, you take a step-I mean, you can never go back again to seeing it unlabelled.

Photographers feel guilty that all they do for a living is press a button.