My images were surreal simply in the sense that my vision brought out the fantastic dimension of reality. My only aim was to express reality, for there is nothing more surreal than reality itself. If reality fails to fill us with wonder, it is because we have fallen into the habit of seeing it as ordinary.

The surrealism of my pictures was nothing but the real made eerie by vision. I was trying to express reality, for there is nothing more surrealist.

Only powerfully conceived images have the ability to penetrate the memory, to stay there, in short to become unforgettable.

After twenty years you can begin to be sure of what camera will do.

Photography is the very conscience of painting. It constantly reminds the later of what it must not do.

The precise instant of creation is when you choose the subject. (meaning that the essential thing occurs at the moment when he, the photographer, meets the reality he wishes to capture.

The wall, safe haven for what is forbidden, gives a voice to all those who would, without it, be condemned to silence