Washington, D.C. in 1942 was not the easiest place in the world for a Negro to get along.

I do find a certain fascination with the unpredictable. The transitory years we wade through are what they are- what we make of them.

The photographer begins to feel big and bloated and so big he can't walk through one of these doors because he gets a good byline; he gets notices all over the world and so forth; but they're really - the important people are the people he photographs.

Think in terms of images and words. They can be mighty powerful when they are fitted together properly.

People in millenniums ahead will know what we were like in the 1930's and the thing that, the important major things that shaped our history at that time. This is as important for historic reasons as any other.

I bought my first camera in Seattle, Washington. Only paid about seven dollars and fifty cents for it.

Nothing came easy. I was just born with a need to explore every part of my mind. And with long searching and hard work, I became devoted to my restlessness.