Watching the way the current moves a blade of grass - sometimes I've seen that happen and it has just turned me inside out.

When I looked at things for what they are I was fool enough to persist in my folly and found that each photograph was a mirror of my Self.

A very receptive state of mind... not unlike a sheet of film itself - seemingly inert, yet so sensitive that a fraction of a second's exposure conceives a life in it.

When I look at pictures I have made, I have forgotten what I saw in front of the camera and respond only to what I am seeing in the photographs.

Photographers who come up with power never get accused of imitating anyone else even though they photograph the same broom, same street, same portraits.

Camera and eye are together a time machine with which the mind and human being can do the same kind of violence to time and space as dreams.

In putting images together I become active, and excitement is of another order - synthesis overshadows analysis.