My family was very unhappy about my becoming a photographer - profoundly and deeply unhappy.

Sometimes I'm amazed by how much you can do as a photographer.

I like it when one is not certain what one sees. When we do not know why the photographer has taken a picture and when we do not know why we are looking at it, all of a sudden we discover something that we start seeing. I like this confusion.

Photography is about finding things. And painting is different - it's about making something.

I spent a great deal of my life being ignored. I was always very happy that way.

What makes anyone think that I'm any good?