People - running from unhappiness, hiding in power - are locked within their reputations, ambitions, beliefs.

Real people move, they bear with them the element of time. It is this fourth dimension of people that I try to capture in a photograph.

People, unprotected by their roles, become isolated in beauty and intellect and illness and confusion.

I am always stimulated by people. Almost never by ideas.

I can see myself as a very old man in a terrific wheelchair. Only, I won't be photographing the tree outside my window, the way Steichen did. I'll be photographing other old people.

Hiding is still running away