Several people feel I have photographed God. May be.

My photographs are a picture of the chaos in the world, and of my relationship to that chaos. My prints show the world’s constant upsetting of man’s equilibrium, and his eternal battle to reestablish it.

The fight for photography became my life.

For that is the power of the camera: seize the familiar and give it new meanings, a special significance by the mark of a personality.

If you place the imperfect next to the perfect, people will see the difference between the one and the other. But if you offer the imperfect alone, people are only too apt to be satisfied by it.

Photography as a fad is well-nigh on its last legs, thanks principally to the bicycle craze.

In photography there is a reality so subtle that it becomes more real than reality.