Of All The Means Of Expression, Photography

The Photograph Itself Doesn't Interest Me. I Want Only To Capture A Minute Part Of Reality.

For Me The Camera Is A Sketch Book, An Instrument Of Intuition And Spontaneity, The Master Of The Instant Which, In Visual Terms, Questions And Decides Simultaneously. It Is By Economy Of Means That One Arrives At Simplicity Of Expression.

Photography Appears To Be An Easy Activity; In Fact It Is A Varied And Ambiguous Process In Which The Only Common Denominator Among Its Practitioners Is In The Instrument.

What Do You Think I'm A Professor Of? The Little Finger? (on Offers Of Honorary Doctorates.)

We Cannot Develop And Print A Memory.