Photography was my choice of weapons.

Success can be wracking and reproachful, to you and those close to you. It can entangle you with legends that are consuming and all but impossible to live up to.

I picked up a camera because it was my choice of weapons against what I hated most about the universe: racism, intolerance, poverty.

You have a 45mm automatic pistol on your lap, and I have a 35mm camera on my lap, and my weapon is just as powerful as yours. (To Black Panther militant Eldridge Cleaver)

I have always felt as though I needed a weapon against evil.

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

I was there less than a year before I was assigned to the Paris bureau. I spent two years there and, in fact, before I even went on the staff I was sent to Europe to do assignments which they wouldn't normally do for a young photographer just starting out.