Look― shoot all you want. With a camera you can barely capture a soul at a time. With planned obsolescence, you can terminate everyone’s future at once and they’ll never know what hit them.

I never married, but if I had done so, I’m sure I’d have divorced the sod a long time ago. Life is simply too short to hang around with annoying people. That may be why...

The communists may not have done very well in the end, but I can’t help thinking of capitalism as merely the go-to religion of the greedy and selfish.

Some photographers could vomit on a piece of paper and call it art, you know… Hang it in the Guggenheim, or whatever. Sell a print for two hundred pounds? But I can’t do that. I...

No, I don’t work here, I’m taking pictures of messy bathrooms for a photo essay on the American West. But I’m always up for clean, so if you want to pitch in, I’ve got Pine...

Actually, no. I won’t ever go digital. I work with thirty-five or large format. I like the hand-jobs, you know. And I still do most of my own printing. I’ve developed such a profound distaste...

Nobody should ever receive more money for a work of art than the artist who produced it.

Darling, in this family we don’t call anyone a novelist who has not written more books than Jane Austen.