Photography has been very, very generous to me, but at the same time has damaged me.

I'm lucky - I don't feel any pressure.

I want to be the toughest photographer in the world.

Sometimes it felt like I was carrying pieces of human flesh back home with me, not negatives. It's as if you are carrying the suffering of the people you have photographed.

I don't want to die for a few pictures. I want to live for every sunrise I can clap my eyes on; I want to see my family get older; I want to see the world try and get a bit more peaceful and understanding, which unfortunately I don't think I'll ever see.

I feel shabby - because I've made a name, quite a good name, out of photography. And I still find myself asking the same questions: Who am I? What am I supposed to be? What have I done?

You cannot walk on the water of hunger, misery, and death. You have to wade through to record them.