This is life. It is everywhere, and it is here for the taking. I am alive and I know this, now, in a more profound way than when I am doing anything else. These sights are ephemeral, fleeting treasures that have been offered to me and to me alone. No other person in the history of the world, anywhere in all of time and space, has been granted this gift to be here in my place. And I am privileged, through the camera, to take this moment away with me. That is why I photograph.

When you can't think of anything else, photograph graffiti, nudes, or plants.

I appreciate photographs which celebrate harmony. I don't particularly want to look at chaos. I see enough of that at home.

At exhibition openings always praise the chicken for laying eggs; you can wring its neck later.

If there is a single factor which separates the best photographers from the wannabes it is the quantity of images which they produce. They seem to be forever shooting. I have watched many of them as they take picture after picture even when they are not photographing. [...] Often these intimate images do not look as though they were taken by the same photographer. And that is their fascination and charm.

Museum collections have given photography rigor, and mortis.

Predators and prey always coexist. That's why we have galleries as well as photographers.