All photographs are accurate. None of them is the truth.

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

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

The way someone who's being photographed presents himself to the camera, and the effect of the photographer's response on that presence, is what the making of a portrait is all about.

I believe that you've got to love your work so much that it is all you want to do.

My parents put the New Yorker in my crib. I saw Vogue and Vanity Fair around the house before I could read.

If each photograph steals a bit of the soul, isn't it possible that I give up pieces of mine every time I take a picture?