If I indulge myself and surrender to memory, I can still feel the knot of excitement that gripped me as I turned the corner into Rue Mimosas, looking for the house of Rene Magritte. It was August, 1965. I was 33 years old and about to meet the man whose profound and witty surrealist paintings had contradicted my assumptions about photography.

Trust that little voice in your head that says 'Wouldn't it be interesting if...'; And then do it.

Art has to address eternal issues.

The question of truth is forever in the air, and people look for it with particular fervor in art.

I think that the photographer must completely control his picture and bring to it all his personality, and in this area most photographs never transcend being just snapshots. When a great photographer does infuse the snapshot with his personality and vision, it can be transformed into something truly moving and beautiful.

I am interested in the nature of things. The nature of something is quite different from the way it looks.

One of the marvelous things about film is that if you expose it long enough you're going to get a picture.