History Does Not Unfold: It Piles Up.

Art Does Not In Fact Prove Anything. What It Does Do Is Record One Of Those Brief Times, Such As We Each Have And Then Each Forget, When We Are Allowed To Understand That The Creation Is Whole.

No Matter How Many Times I Tell You This, You're Still Thinking, Thinking, Judging, Judging, Coming To Conclusions, Trying To Work Out Your Life. You Have To Let Go. Totally, Absolutely, Completely. You Have To Let Go So Completely That You Will Feel No Body, No Mind, No Pain, Nothing.

At Our Best And Most Fortunate We Make Pictures Because Of What Stands Before Our Camera, To Honor What Is Greater And More Interesting Than We Are. We Never Accomplish This Perfectly, Though In Return We Are Given Something Perfect--a Sense Of Inclusion. Our Subject Thus Redefines Us, And Is Part Of The Biography By Which We Want To Be Known.

The Experience Of Life That You And I Have Is Pretty Much A Jigsaw Puzzle In The Box: Day-to-day Experiences Of Disconnected Pieces That Don't Seem To Justify The Efforts We Make Each Day.

Invention In Photography Is So Laborious As To Be In Most Instances Perverse.