Now and then I'll get a student who asks a question that puts me up against the wall and maybe by the end of the semester I can begin to deal with the question.

I look at a photograph. What's going on? What's happening, photographically? If it's interesting, I try to understand why.

I still don't understand why when you put a piece of paper in a tray with solution in it, it comes up. It's still, in a sense, magic to me. It's a funny thing, you know. I've got two kids, and when they were very young, they used to come in the darkroom and I thought they'd be astounded by that. Nothing. When they got a little older, then they got astounded by it.

I'm a New Yorker. Matter of fact, the more I'm in places like Texas and California, the more I know I'm a New Yorker. I have no confusions. About that.

I don't have anything to say in any picture.

I don't know if all the women in the photographs are beautiful, but I do know that the women are beautiful in the photographs.

A photograph can look any way.