We know by now how to photograph poor people. What we don't know is how to photograph affluence - whose other face is poverty.

To me, beauty appears when one feels deeply, and art is an act of total attention.

While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.

You know there are moments such as these when time stands still and all you do is hold your breath and hope it will wait for you.

When you are doing a lot of hard fast field work, it's a physical necessity to forget every day. You can't try to remember it in any continuity. You get so burdened if you try to do it the other way. You can't dictate to your material... We found our way in, slid in on the edges. We used our hunches. And it was hard, hard living.

Artists are controlled by the life that beats in them, like the ocean beats on the shore.

Photography today appears to be in a state of flight... The familiar is made strange, the unfamiliar grotesque. The amateur forces his Sundays into a series of unnatural poses.