I'm learning that human pressure on wildlife is becoming increasingly dangerous. You've got to be more alert because more animals have been pushed around, wounded, subjected to human harassment, ambushed, all kinds of stress. When they attack, it's totally predictable.
An artist who goes around proclaiming that the art he's making is art is probably making a serious mistake. And that's one mistake I try not to make.
Conservation is for guilty people on Park Avenue with poodles and Pekingeses.
Elephants are like humans. They are very smart, very logical.
I don't mind the word 'dilettante.' A dilettante means someone who does what he loves.
I made a life for myself in Africa that was as far as you could possibly get from art school at Yale.
I'm for conservation, but it's mostly a con. That's the trouble. It's sentimental. Buy an elephant a drink, a lion an acre.
I've never gotten a release from any person. I'm not a businessman; I'm on the side of common sense. Releases ruin the atmosphere of photography.
I've never had underwear of any kind, anything that you have to wash.
In New York, I live on a compost heap of all the stuff I accumulate.
It's such a waste, sleep. You're just lying there.
Life is just a flick of the fingers. Let's face it. And any little bit - you can expand it or enrich it, I think you want to push that and do it.
My family was never happy with me. I could just say that across the board.
The last thing left in nature is the beauty of women.
I did have a very advanced grandmother, my mother's mother, who wanted to buy me a camera. My parents wouldn't let her. Eventually she won, and I got a camera in about 1948, a Voigtlander.
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