I never allowed myself the luxury of those brilliant, beautiful colors until I went to India and saw people walking around in them or dragging them in the mud. I realised they were not so artificial.

Screwing things up is a virtue. Being correct is never the point. I have an almost fanatically correct assistant, and by the time she re-spells my words and corrects my punctuation, I can't read what I wrote. Being right can stop all the momentum of a very interesting idea.

I'm quite taken aback when I get something that appears to be technically a good photograph, because it's not necessarily my intention.

I really feel sorry for people who think things like soap dishes or mirrors or Coke bottles are ugly, because they're surrounded by things like that all day long, and it must make them miserable.

If you don't have trouble paying the rent, you have trouble doing something else; one needs just a certain amount of trouble.

You wait until life is in the frame, then you have the permission to click. I like the adventure of waiting until the whole frame is full.

And also the new excitement and variety of ways that the abstract expressionists were applying paint. You could put it on as though it were colored air and it would be painting.