While my classmates were reading their textbooks, I drew in the margins.

There was something about the self-confession and self-confusion of Abstract expressionism - as though the man and the work were the same - that personally always put me off because at that time my focus was in the opposite direction.

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.

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.

I prefer images that are less specific, so there is room for everyone's imagination.

And I think that even today, New York still has more of this unexpected quality around every corner than any place else. It's something quite extraordinary

I am sick of talking about What and Why I am doing. I have always believed that the WORK is the word. Action is seen less clearly through reason. There are no shortcuts to directness.