The Photographer Hopes, In Brief, To Discover

I Thought I Was Taking Pictures Of Things That I Hated. But There Was Something About These Pictures. They Were Unexpectedly, Disconcertingly Glorious.

The Only Freedom We've Got Is Not To React To Anything, But To Turn Within And Know The Truth.

The Only Things That Distinguish The Photographer From Everybody Else Are His Pictures: They Alone Are The Basis For Our Special Interest In Him. If Pictures Cannot Be Understood Without Knowing Details Of The Artist's Private Life, Then That Is A Reason For Faulting Them; Major Art, By Definition, Can Stand Independent Of Its Maker.

Whatever Power There Is In The Urban Pictures Is Bound To The Closeness With Which They Skirt Banality. For A Shot To Be Good — Suggestive Of More Than Just What It Is — It Has To Come Perilously Near Being Bad, Just A View Of Stuff.

When You Catch On To Your Awakening, The World Does Not Change. You Just See It Differently, That's All. You Acquire A Feeling Of Immortality. A Feeling Of Divine Bliss, So To Speak, When Things No Longer Have The Power To Affect You.