Perhaps the world’s second worst crime is boredom. The first is being a bore.
All I want is the best of everything and there’s very little of that left.
I can’t afford a whole new set of enemies.
You can’t teach people photography, they’ve got to learn how to do it the best way possible for them. They can learn from looking at pictures taken by well-known people, but they don’t really get intimate with the medium until they’ve made a few bad shots!
Love is someone you can be silly with.
The truly fashionable are beyond fashion.
I want to make photographs of very elegant women taking the lipstick off their teeth.
A technical failure that shows some attempt at aesthetic expression is of infinitely more value than uninspired success.
After twenty annual visits, I am still surprised each time I return to see this giant asparagus bed of alabaster and rose and green skyscrapers.
Intelligent and alert, wistful but enthusiastic, frank yet tactful, assured without conceit and tender without sentimentality.
San Francisco is perhaps the most European of all American cities.
I have the worst ear for criticism, even when I have created a stage set I like, I always hear the woman in the back of the dress circle, who says she doesn’t like blue.
Miss Marilyn Monroe calls to mind the bouquet of a fireworks display, eliciting from her awed spectators an open-mouthed chorus of ohs and ahs...