I am constantly torn between the attitude of the conscientious journalist who is a recorder and interpreter of the facts and of the creative artist who often is necessarily at poetic odds with the literal facts.

You can't photograph if you're not in love.

I didn’t write the rules. Why would I follow them?

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

What use having a great depth of field, if there is not an adequate depth of feeling?

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.

Most photographers seem to operate with a pane of glass between themselves and their subjects. They just can't get inside and know the subject.