We live in an age where anonymity is growing in magnitude like a bomb going off.

There are photographs that I don’t take now, that I previously would have taken without any thought at all as to any misinterpretations.

If somebody's pointing a trembling finger at your pants and saying you shouldn't be doing that, follow that finger back, go up the arm and look at the head that's behind it, because there's almost always something fairly woolly in there.

I became good at defending myself, but as far as I was concerned, that was a transient skill.

I'm the last person who has any desire to instruct anybody in shame. That's no errand for me.

As soon as you forbid something, you make it extraordinarily appealing. You also bring shame in as a phenomenon.

Virtually always I get my best pictures when everybody thinks the shoot's done.