“I think things are going to go right for me again. I’m not old. I’m old enough, but I photograph young, thank God, and I still have a public. I still get fan mail.”

Some kind of fun lasts longer than others.

I worked out of desperation. I used to hit fast and run in hopes that people wouldn’t realize that I really couldn’t do anything.

I don’t know where it’s all going to lead. I have no idea where I’m going. I would just like to be happy.

I don’t even have many friends anymore because I backed away from them. When things went wrong for me I didn’t want them to have any part of my trouble.