I thought I was taking pictures of things that I hated. But there was something about these pictures. They were unexpectedly, disconcertingly glorious.

You've always been free. You've always been bright and shining. Everything else is just nonsense.

History does not unfold: it piles up.

The only freedom we've got is not to react to anything, but to turn within and know the truth.

The photographer hopes, in brief, to discover a tension so exact that it is peace.

Among the most compelling truths in some of the early photographs is their implication of silence.

A lake that is noisy cannot reflect anything