Mapplethorpe presented the body as a sexual object, separating it from the humanity of the person. He added nothing to photography as a medium. I hold his work in low regard.

She seemed to belong to that pagan, primitive kingdom of birds and forests where everything was infinitely abundant, wild, blooming, and royal in its perpetual decay, death, and rebirth; illicit and clashing with the human world.

Photography was the first foreign language of my artistic expression.

Like nature, our economic system remains, in the long run, stable and rational...We welcome the inevitable seasons of our economy! How foolish of us.

The things I write are for those who are willing to accept a new relationship between the reader and the author.

A novelist has a specific poetic license which also applies to his own life.

Going around under an umbrella interferes with one's looking up at the sky.