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.

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.

There is a word we haven't used yet: virginity... To make a photograph, the plate must be virgin, but your eye as well.

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

Millions of unnecessary photos are taken every day. People stand before the Pyramids and photograph them, when for three cents they could buy postcards which show them much better.

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

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.