My father thought photography was done by lowlifes.

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

I'm sometimes mystified by people who keep diaries. I never thought of my existence as being that important.

I've never been overwhelmed with a desire to become famous. It's not that I didn't want to have my work appreciated, but for some reason - maybe it's because my father disapproved of almost everything I did - in some secret place in my being was a desire to avoid success.

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

What makes anyone think that I'm any good?