Oh, you ask me, what is the greatest torture of a person who does portraits for a living? I could fill several volumes with nice nasty stories. I don't know.
I told the students that whatever they did in class was for the wastebasket.
My mind is vacant on names, but I know him as well as anything. When I need names they drop out of my head; when I don't need them they drop back.
I don't resent anything.
When you do portraits professionally it's not a desire, it's for money.
A woman said to me when she first sat down, You're photographing the wrong side of my face. I said, Oh, is there one?
