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

How many pictures have you torn up because you hate them? What ends up in your scrapbook? The pictures where you look like a good guy and a good family man, and the children look adorable - and they're screaming the next minute. I've never seen a family album of screaming people.

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.

People, unprotected by their roles, become isolated in beauty and intellect and illness and confusion.

He sleeps fastest who sleeps alone.

My portraits are more about me than they are about the people I photograph.

I can see myself as a very old man in a terrific wheelchair. Only, I won't be photographing the tree outside my window, the way Steichen did. I'll be photographing other old people.