I'd become sort of involved in things that were happening to people. No matter what color they be, whether they be Indians, or Negroes, the poor white person or anyone who was I thought more or less getting a bad shake.

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

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.

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.

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

So I went to Chicago in 1940, I think, '41, and the photographs that I made there, aside from fashion, were things that I was trying to express in a social conscious way.