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

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

Only the few times I've been to so-called treatment centers, which were a complete waste of money and useless. I didn't know what I was doing at the time, because I was always drunk when I checked in.

I don't think that has ever changed. I don't think I see any more or any less than I did years ago. Let's say I have the print of a photo taken in the 1960s and one I took a month ago. I think it's pretty difficult to tell any difference, personally.

I had this notion of what I called a democratic way of looking around, that nothing was more or less important.

Whether a photo or music, or a drawing or anything else I might do—it’s ultimately all an abstraction of my peculiar experience.

I've also never had favorite pictures. Or subjects. I have this discipline of treating everything equally-I used to say "democratically."