For an artist to do creative work, he needs at once physical health and some physiomental ill health. He needs both serenity and gloom.

When a captive lion steps out of his cage, he comes into a wider world than the lion who has known only the wilds. While he was in captivity, there were only two worlds for him - the world of the cage, and the world outside the cage. Now he is free. He roars. He attacks people. He eats them. Yet he is not satisfied, for there is no third world that is neither the world of the cage nor the world outside the cage.

The past does not only draw us back to the past. There are certain memories of the past that have strong steel springs and, when we who live in the present touch them, they are suddenly stretched taut and then they propel us into the future.

There's a huge seal called 'impossibility' pasted all over this world. And don't ever forget that we're the only ones who can tear it off once and for all.

I had no taste for defeat - much less victory - without a fight.

It seems to me that before the photograph can exist as art it must, by its very nature choose whether it is to be a record or a testimony.

Men had been living a proud life, having felt no need for the spirit-until Christianity invented it.