I can’t stand these damn shows on museum walls with neat little frames, where you look at the images as if they were pieces of art. I want them to be pieces of life!

Passion is in all great searches and is necessary to all creative endeavors.

The world just does not fit conveniently into the format of a 35mm camera.

My camera, my intentions stopped no man from falling. Nor did they aid him after he had fallen. It could be said that photographs be damned for they bind no wounds. Yet, I reasoned, if my photographs could cause compassionate horror within the viewer, they might also prod the conscience of that viewer into taking action.

An artist must be ruthlessly selfish.

With considerable soul searching, that to the utmost of my ability, I have let truth be the prejudice.

The first word I would remove from the folklore of journalism is the word objective.