I knew it was happening, but I never paid much attention to it . . . just to the passage of time. Something new always slowly changes right in front of your eyes - it just happens.

Many people one meets in life somehow think they know you simply because they're hanging out at the same counter-but they really don't know a thing about you.

The immediate reviews were very hostile, but they didn't bother me-I had the attitude that I was right. The poor guys who were critics just didn't understand the works at all. I was sorry about that, but it didn't weigh on my mind a bit.

I don't look at other photographs much at all. I don't know why. I study my own a lot.

My friend who I went to boarding school with was interested in photography. He insisted that I buy a camera and marched me downtown.

Whatever it is about pictures, photographs, it's just about impossible to follow up with words. They don't have anything to do with each other.

I want to make a picture that could stand on its own, regardless of what it was a picture of. I've never been a bit interested in the fact that this was a picture of a blues musician or a street corner or something.