The act of making a photograph is less a question of what is being looked at than how.

I would not change [my past work] anymore than I would airbrush a photo of myself.

What you get is no longer what you see.

Things musicals taught me: All your problems will go away if you sing about it.

The answers you get from literature depend on the questions you pose.

I would rather dance as a ballerina, though faultily, than as a flawless clown.

Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines.