“So, okay photography doesn’t tell the truth. So what? Everyone has known this forever.”

A photograph is a photograph. When I am making a picture I am just interested in making a very interesting photograph. I don’t care where it’s going to go.

If you care to look with young eyes.

I try to approach everything that I photograph with this sense of wide-eyed awe.

There is a lot of social photography being done now to point to the untruth of photography. It’s getting very dull now.

The spiritual aspect of my work has more to do with the sense that things in the world can be perceived and accepted as being in some respect alive.

I could finally put into images bottled up feelings of absurdity and alienation – and also joy and delight.

…the very basics of photography [can] be potent and strange. So why not make pictures about the medium itself and see where they would take me?

Photography was so perfectly suited to my sensibility and situation, it gave me a voice, a kind of crazy, out-of-whack voice, at the beginning, but a voice.

It’s important to me to have what I photograph undergo a certain transformation – to become a thing different from what we are used to, to be another version of itself.

At times, I have been convinced that books hold all the material of life–at least all the stuff that fits between an A and a Z.

The thing that makes me want to make pictures now is just looking without many prejudices. The stuff right under your eyes is the most wonderful universe

I started making photographs as if I were a child myself. This got me to look at things more closely, more slowly, and from vantage points I hadn’t considered before.

Everyone thought I was going to die like a year later, they didn’t know.

One of the reasons inequality gets so deep in this country is that everyone wants to be rich. That’s the American ideal.

Open to everyone, regardless of where they come from, what they look like, how they worship or who they love.

Everyone’s supposed to stay in their lines and be neat. ‘You’re a rapper. You’re supposed to rap, carry a boom box, wear chains, and go to the club – that’s all you do. What are you doing collecting art?

Donald Trump says five things: everyone’s dumb, he’s going to make America great again, we’re going to win, win, win. He’s winning in the polls.

O yes, everyone gets lonely some time or other.

Well,” said Stuart, “a misspelled word is an abomination in the sight of everyone.

Most days now his loss is a part of her, an awkward weight she carries around, invisible to everyone else, subtly altering the way she moves through the day. But today, the Anniversary of the day he died, is a day when all bets are off.