Oop! The Moment! Once you miss it, it is gone forever.

In a portrait, I’m looking for the silence in somebody.

Photographers deal in things which are continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on earth which can make them come back again.

What do you think I'm a professor of? The little finger? (On offers of honorary doctorates.)

There is no closed figure in nature. Every shape participates with another. No one thing is independent of another, and one thing rhymes with another, and light gives them shape.

All I care about these days is painting — photography has never been more than a way into painting, a sort of instant drawing.

I believe that, through the act of living, the discovery of oneself is made concurrently with the discovery of the world around us.