It matters little how much equipment we use; it matters much that we be masters of all we do use.

My best work is often almost unconscious and occurs ahead of my ability to understand it.

Above all, it's hard learning to live with vivid mental images of scenes I cared for and failed to photograph. It is the edgy existence within me of these unmade images that is the only assurance that the best photographs are yet to be made.

Photography, alone of the arts, seems perfected to serve the desire humans have for a moment - this very moment - to stay.

A mad, keen photographer needs to get out into the world and work and make mistakes.

In almost every photograph I have ever made, there is something I would do to complete it. I take that to be the spirit hole or the deliberate mistake that's in a Navajo rug to not be godlike, but to be human.