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

I've known both misery and happiness, lived in so many different skins it is impossible for one skin to claim me. And I have felt like a wayfarer on an alien planet at times - walking, running, wondering about what brought me to this particular place, and why. But once I was here the dreams started moving in, and I went about devouring them as they devoured me.

If a man can reach the latter days of his life with his soul intact, he has mastered life.

If you don't have anything to say, your photographs aren't going to say much.

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

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.

I suffered evils, but without allowing them to rob me of the freedom to expand.