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

But I do feel a little teeny right now that I'm just about ready to start, and winter is entering. Half past autumn has arrived.

Many times I wondered whether my achievement was worth the loneliness I experienced, but now I realize the price was small.

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

The guy who takes a chance, who walks the line between the known and unknown, who is unafraid of failure, will succeed.

I had known poverty firsthand, but there I learned how to fight its evil - along with the evil of racism - with a camera.

And I think that after nearly 85 years upon this planet that I have a right after working so hard at showing the desolation and the poverty, to show something beautiful for somebody as well.