I know that the accident of my being a photographer has made my life possible.

Sometimes I think all my pictures are just pictures of me. My concern is...the human predicament; only what I consider the human predicament may simply be my own.

I see pictures of myself and I always knew that what I was feeling didn't look like that guy in the pictures.

I am, and forever will be, devastated by the gift of Audrey Hepburn before my camera. I cannot lift her to greater heights. She is already there. I can only record. I cannot interpret her. There is no going further than who she is. She has achieved in herself her ultimate portrait.

People — running from unhappiness, hiding in power — are locked within their reputations, ambitions, beliefs.

And if a day goes by without my doing something related to photography, it's as though I've neglected something essential to my existence, as though I had forgotten to wake up. I know that the accident of my being a photographer has made my life possible.

I am always stimulated by people. Almost never by ideas.