A memory from my youth comes back to me. You go into the woods on a bike, with a girl. There is the smell of heather, you can hear the wind in the fir trees, you don't dare tell her about your love, but you feel happy, as if you were floating above the ground. Then you look at the clouds beyond the trees and they are fleeting. And you know that within an hour you'll have to go home, that tomorrow will be a working day. You wish you could stop that moment forever, but you can't, it is bound to end. So you take a photo, as if to challenge time.

Life is short. Forgive quickly. Kiss slowly.

The photographer must be absorbent - like a blotter, allow himself to be permeated by the poetic moment... His technique should be like an animal function... he should act automatically.

There are days when simply seeing feels like happiness itself....You feel so rich, the elation seems almost excessive and you want to share it

When people talk to me about picture hunters, I very quietly laugh. I'm not a hunter of pictures, I'm a fisher of pictures.

The marvels of daily life are exciting; no movie director can arrange the unexpected that you find in the street.

For a photographer, the first 70 years are a bit difficult, but after that things get better.