“Reality is fabricated out of desire.”

My works were designed to amuse, annoy, bewilder, mystify and inspire reflection.

If the affairs of the world were put in the hands of the screwball artists, it couldn’t be in a worse state than it is now !

Speaking of nudes, I have always had a great fondness for this subject, both in my paintings and in my photos, and I must admit, not for purely artistic reasons.

In the same spirit, when the automobile arrived, there were those that declared the horse to be the most perfect form of locomotion.

A camera alone does not make a picture. To make a picture you need a camera, a photographer and above all a subject. It is the subject that determines the interest of the photograph.

I never knew what I was doing until I was done.

I believe in the relation between photography and music; And thats my inspiration.

If the affairs of the world were put in the hands of the screwball artists, it couldn’t be in a worse state than it is now !

Thanks to my effort in the last 40 years, there has been more paper and film wasted.

You don’t ask a writer what typewriter he uses.

An effort impelled by desire must also have an automatic or subconscious energy to aid its realization.

When I saw I was under attack from all sides, I knew I was on the right track.

A creator needs only one enthusiast to justify him.

I would photograph an idea rather than an object, a dream rather than an idea.

I paint what cannot be photographed, that which comes from the imagination or from dreams, or from an unconscious drive.

I am an economic person; I judge the amount of work involved with the amount of worth attained.

Data is the fabric of the modern world: just like we walk down pavements, so we trace routes through data, and build knowledge and products out of it.

Despite the ethnic diversity within each nation, the social fabric of the region by and large is one.

Alcohol was the background color in the fabric of Reggie’s life.

Migration is an expression of the human aspiration for dignity, safety and a better future. It is part of the social fabric, part of our very make-up as a human family

Our clothes are too much a part of us for most of us ever to be entirely indifferent to their condition: it is as though the fabric were indeed a natural extension of the body, or even of the soul.

The ultimate purpose of religious life is to make this evolution move in a direction far more important to the destiny of the ego than the moral health of the social fabric which forms his present environment.

It seems to be a fundamental yearning, knitted into the fabric of the human soul.

When we are young, we think life will be like a supo: one fabric, one weave, one grand design.