I’d rather walk than ride the airplane, I can fall on the ground flat on my face and die that way.
The whole mad swirl of everything that was to come began then; it would mix up all my friends and all I had left of my family in a big dust cloud over the American Night.
The more you study, the more you subsequently know; naturally, the more you know, the nearer you get to perfection as a journalist.
Galatea Dunkel was a tenacious loser.
Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you’re already in heaven now.
When you start separating people from their rivers, what have you got? Bureaucracy!
After all, a homeless man has reason to cry, everything in the world is pointed against him.
I took a straight picture that made me look like a thirty-year-old Italian who’d kill anybody who said something against his mother.
I’m not a beatnik. I’m a Catholic.
Great things are not accomplished by those who yield to trends and fads and popular opinion.
I want to work in revelations, not just spin silly tales for money. I want to fish as deep down as possible into my own subconscious in the belief that once that far down, everyone will understand because they are the same that far down.
Put down the pen someone else gave you. No one ever drafted a life worth living on borrowed ink.
I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future.
Happy. Just in my swim shorts, barefooted, wild-haired, in the red fire dark, singing, swigging wine, spitting, jumping, running – that’s the way to live. All alone and free in the soft sands of the beach...
I was surprised, as always, be how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.
I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling and laughing, and that until then I’ll rush around this world I insist is holy and pull at everyone’s lapel and make them confess to me and to all.
My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world.
Contrary to the general belief about photography, you don’t need bright sunlight: the best moodiest pictures are taken in the dim light of almost dusk, or of rainy days...
If you tell a true story, you can’t be wrong.