Not everybody trusts paintings but people believe photographs.

Not everybody trusts paintings but people believe photographs.

The virtue of the camera is not the power it has to transform the photographer into an artist, but the read more

The virtue of the camera is not the power it has to transform the photographer into an artist, but the impulse it gives him to keep on looking.

It is one thing to photograph people. It is another to make others care about them by revealing the core read more

It is one thing to photograph people. It is another to make others care about them by revealing the core of their humanness.

I took to photography like a duck to water. I never wanted to do anything else. Excitement about the subject read more

I took to photography like a duck to water. I never wanted to do anything else. Excitement about the subject is the voltage which pushes me over the mountain of drudgery necessary to produce the final photograph.

Photography is truth. And cinema is truth twenty-four times a second.

Photography is truth. And cinema is truth twenty-four times a second.

Many pictures turn out to be limp translations of the known world instead of vital objects which create an intrinsic read more

Many pictures turn out to be limp translations of the known world instead of vital objects which create an intrinsic world of their own. There is a vast difference between taking a picture and making a photograph.

I love the medium of photography, for with its unique realism it gives me the power to go beyond conventional read more

I love the medium of photography, for with its unique realism it gives me the power to go beyond conventional ways of seeing and understanding and say, "This is real, too."

There are always two people in every picture: the photographer and the viewer.

There are always two people in every picture: the photographer and the viewer.

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the read more

The charm, one might say the genius, of memory is that it is choosy, chancy and temperamental; it rejects the edifying cathedral and indelibly photographs the small boy outside, chewing a hunk of melon in the dust.