I just yesterday returned from a trip where I photographed a woman with two children whom I photographed first when she was the age of the older of the two children.

You live in a deranged age, more deranged that usual, because in spite of great scientific and technological advances, man has not the faintest idea of who he is or what he is doing.

To write a story about New York that only deals with people in your age and socioeconomic bracket, that feels dishonest to me. So much of New York comes from everyone bumping into each other.

My mother inspired me to treat others as I would want to be treated regardless of age, race or financial status.

And from the first time I picked up a basketball at age eight - I had a lot of difficulty when I first picked up a basketball, because I was a scrub - there were things that I liked about it.