The highest vocation of photography is to explain man to man.

I write in spurts. I write when I have to because the pressure builds up and I feel enough confidence that something has matured in my head and I can write it down. But once something is really under way, I don't want to do anything else. I don't go out, much of the time I forget to eat, I sleep very little. It's a very undisciplined way of working and makes me not very prolific. But I'm too interested in many other things.

Kindness, kindness, kindness. I want to make a New Year's prayer, not a resolution. I'm praying for courage.

Love is friendship on fire -- anonymous

Like the collector, the photographer is animated by a passion that, even when it appears to be for the present, is linked to a sense of the past.

Tamed as it may be, sexuality remains one of the demonic forces in human consciousness - pushing us at intervals close to taboo and dangerous desires, which range from the impulse to commit sudden arbitrary violence upon another person to the voluptuous yearning for the extinction of one's consciousness, for death itself. Even on the level of simple physical sensation and mood, making love surely resembles having an epileptic fit at least as much as, if not more than, it does eating a meal or conversing with someone.

Photographs shock insofar as they show something novel.