What America Needs Is A Political Revolution.

I Think There Is A Period Of Esthetic Discovery That Happens To A Man And He Can Do All Sorts Of Things At White Heat.

I Say Half Jokingly That Photography Is The Most Difficult Of The Arts. It Does Require A Certain Arrogance To See And To Choose. I Feel Myself Walking On A Tightrope Instead Of On The Ground.

Stare, Pry, Listen, Eavesdrop. Die Knowing Something. You Are Not Here Long.

I Never Took It Upon Myself To Change The World. And Those Contemporaries Of Mine Who Were Going Around Falling For The Idea That They Were Going To Bring Down The United States Government And Make A New World Were Just Asses To Me.

Somewhere In Our Search For Reality We Have Passed Something By, Something Important That We No Longer Find Amid The Bits And Pieces Of Disassembled Matter-something Vital That We Cannot Build Out Of These Parts. There Is Surely Something Else, Some Piece Of Divinity In Us, Something That Was Before The Elements, And That Owes No Homage To The Sun.