The camera eye is the one in the middle of our forehead, combining how we see with what there is to be seen.
However much [photographs] may lie, they do so with the raw materials of truth.
The man who walks alone is soon trailed by the F.B.I.
Cats don't belong to people. They belong to places.
When writing is good, everything is symbolic, but symbolic writing is seldom good.
After many months of writing, it occured to me that it might be possible to photograph, in the flesh, what I was attempting to capture in words. I bought a Rolleiflex camera and began to take pictures of objects or structures that were used and abused by human hands