Of Course It's All Luck.

I Suddenly Understood That Photography Can Fix Eternity In A Moment. It Is The Only Photo That Influenced Me. There Is Such Intensity In This Image, Such Spontaneity, Such Joie De Vivre, Such Miraculousness, That Even Today It Still Bowls Me Over.

Reality Offers Us Such Wealth That We Must Cut Some Of It Out On The Spot, Simplify. The Question Is, Do We Always Cut Out What We Should?

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

To Me, Photography Is The Simultaneous Recognition, In A Fraction Of A Second, Of The Significance Of An Event As Well As Of A Precise Organization Of Forms Which Give That Event Its Proper Expression. And This Organization, This Precision, Will Always Escape You, If You Do Not Appreciate What A Picture Is, If You Do Not Understand That The Composition, The Logic, The Equilibrium Of The Surfaces And Values Are The Only Ways Of Giving Meaning To All That Is Continuously Appearing And Vanishing Before Our Very Eyes.

I Am A Pack Of Nerves While Waiting For The Moment, And This Feeling Grows And Grows And Grows And Then It Explodes, It Is A Physical Joy, A Dance, Space And Time United. Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes!