There are photographic fanatics, just as there are religious fanatics. They buy a so-called candid camera there is no such thing: it’s the photographer who has to be candid, not the camera.

I had so many unsold murder pictures lying around my room...I felt as if I were renting out a wing of the City Morgue.

A natural-born photographer, with hypo in my blood.

It's been a strange [summer].... I was sent by a magazine to photograph famous photographers.... Of course, I included myself.

When you find yourself beginning to feel a bond between yourself and the people you photograph, when you laugh and cry with their laughter and tears, you will know you are on the right track.

I’m no part time dilettante photographer, unlike the bartenders, shoe salesmen, floorwalkers plumbers, barbers, grocery clerks and chiropractors whose great hobby is their camera. All their friends rave about what wonderful pictures they take. If they’re so good, why don’t they take pictures full—time, for a living, and make floor walking, chiropractics, etc., their hobby? But everyone wants to play it safe. They’re afraid to give up their pay checks and their security they might miss a meal.

If I had a picture of two handcuffed criminals being booked, I would cut the picture in half and get five bucks for each.