[We] make images to see clearly: then we see clearly what we have made.
The man who walks alone is soon trailed by the F.B.I.
However much [photographs] may lie, they do so with the raw materials of truth.
We make to ourselves pictures of facts. The picture is a model of reality
As the style of Faulkner grew out of his rage--out of the impotence of his rage--the style of Hemingway grew out of the depth andnuance of his disenchantment.
The vast number of photographers, feeding on anything visible, overgraze the landscape the way cattle overgraze their pasture.