I found myself serving a sentence of public denial from the very second the raid on my apartment happened.

I didn't think there was anything more or less obscene about any part of the body. Now, I recognize that there are certain postures and angles that make people see red, which are evidence of original sin or something, and I avoid that.

That's my ambition: that you look at the pictures and realize what complex, fascinating, interesting people every single one of my subjects is.

If it gets to the Supreme Court, I'll have the directors of every museum in the country as expert testimony that my work is legitimate art.

I use an 8 x 10 view camera. All other cameras are just toys.

A virulent, aggressive minority has decided that Americans don’t know themselves what it is they should see, and need to be protected by people who are wiser than they are, even if they are only a tiny sliver of the population.

That dichotomy between the public consumption of the work and my intent and practice in making it is an uneasy one for me, on occasion.