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?

Camera lies all the time. It’s all it does is lie, because when you choose this moment instead of this moment, when you… the moment you’ve made a choice, you’re lying about something larger. Lying is an ugly word. I don’t mean lying. But any artist picks and chooses what they want to paint or write about or say. Photographers are the same.

A portrait photographer depends upon another person to complete his picture. The subject imagined, which in a sense is me, must be discovered in someone else willing to take part in a fiction he cannot possibly know about.

Real people move, they bear with them the element of time. It is this fourth dimension of people that I try to capture in a photograph.

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

I hate cameras. They interfere, they're always in the way. I wish: if I could work with my eyes alone.

Photography has always reminded me of the second child.. trying to prove itself. The fact that it wasn't really considered an art.. that it was considered a craft.. has trapped almost every serious photographer.