There are so many great 19th-century photographers, and it's really my favorite period, but the amateurs did such beautiful work.

It was like being at an Arabian hoedown with a band of psychedelic hillbillies (p. 171).

When I'm on my own with my camera, taking these pictures, it feels as if I am in a room of my own, a self-contained world.

I don't feel that censorship keeps me from doing the work, though. I'm my bigger censor.

You can't carve up the world. It's not a pie.

An artist wears his work in place of wounds.

I want to keep my life as unfettered as possible. So maybe I'll just pretend to get rare books from my catalogue, and not really get them.