I am always stimulated by people. Almost never by ideas.

For hours she danced and sang and flirted and did this thing that's-she did Marilyn Monroe. And then there was the inevitable drop. And when the night was over and the white wine was over and the dancing was over, she sat in the corner like a child, with everything gone. I saw her sitting quietly without expression on her face, and I walked towards her but I wouldn't photograph her without her knowledge of it. And as I came with the camera, I saw that she was not saying no.

A portrait isn't a fact but an opinion - an occasion rather than a truth.

One man's fantasy is another man's job.

Sometimes I think all my pictures are just pictures of me. My concern is...the human predicament; only what I consider the human predicament may simply be my own.

If each photograph steals a bit of the soul, isn't it possible that I give up pieces of mine every time I take a picture?

A photographic portrait is a picture of someone who knows he is being photographed