I Say Half Jokingly That Photography Is

I Work Rather Blindly. I Have A Theory That Seems To Work With Me That Some Of The Best Things You Ever Do Sort Of Come Through You. You Don't Know Where You Get The Impetus And Response To What's Before Your Eyes.

It Is Easy To Imagine Fantasy As Physical And Myth As Real. We Do It Almost Every Moment. We Do This As We Dream, As We Think, And As We Cope With The World About Us. But These Worlds Of Fantasy That We Form Into The Solid Things Around Us Are The Source Of Our Discontent. They Inspire Our Search To Find Ourselves.

Privilege, If You're Very Strict, Is An Immoral And Unjust Thing To Have, But If You've Got It You Didn't Choose To Get It And You Might As Well Use It. You're Privileged To Be At Yale, But You Know You're Under An Obligation To Repay What's Been Put Into You.

Detachment, Lack Of Sentimentality, Originality, A Lot Of Things That Sound Rather Empty. I Know What They Mean. Let's Say, "visual Impact" May Not Mean Much To Anybody. I Could Point It Out Though. I Mean It's A Quality That Something Has Or Does Not Have. Coherence. Well, Some Things Are Weak, Some Things Are Strong.

I Used To Try To Figure Out Precisely What I Was Seeing All The Time, Until I Discovered That I Didn't Need To. If The Thing Is True, Why There It Is.