Sometimes I envy painters, it is wonderful to remain in front of a bouquet of flowers a whole morning, or even longer. A photographer is like a cloud, pushed all around, always dependent on the exterior world. That's what I sometimes feel as a pain and an error.

Was it the same light that enchanted the first photographers? It is the same, and it is still brand new - it is something that never wears out.

I think that the photos that we like were made when the photographer knew how to disappear. If there were a secret, certainly that would be it.

The wandering photographer sees the same show that everyone else sees. He, however, stops to watch it.

All my photographs are about meetings and about coups de foudre - love at first sight. To do that type of photography, one must wipe the canvas clean to prepare for chance encounters, be open and aware to such moments, otherwise it becomes a cliché - already seen and expected.

You cannot live when you are untouchable. Life is vulnerability.

In some way, a photo is like a stolen kiss. In fact a kiss is always stolen, even if the woman is consenting. With a photograph it's the same: always stolen, and still slightly consenting.