But empirically I've come to understand that my photographs really don't do any harm.

I'm the last person who has any desire to instruct anybody in shame. That's no errand for me.

There's no particular evidence that any of the lower mammals or any of the other animals have any interest in aesthetics at all. But Homo sapiens does, always has and always will.

I'm guilty of extraordinary naivete, I suppose. But it's a naivete that I really don't want to abandon, not even now.

The images I like best are parts of series that I've started, in some cases, with the pregnancies of the mothers of the children in question, and I continue that series right on through the birth of children to the child that resulted from that first pregnancy.

I found myself serving a sentence of public denial from the very second the raid on my apartment happened.