I don't see anybody as either ordinary or extraordinary. I see them simply as people in front of my lens.

If you are careful with people, they will offer you part of themselves. That is the big secret.

If a photographer cares about the people before the lens and is compassionate, much is given. It is the photographer, not the camera, that is the instrument.

I think if I ever get satisfied, I’ll have to stop. It’s the frustration that drives you.

If the photographer is interested in the people in front of his lens, and if he is compassionate, it's already a lot. The instrument is not the camera but the photographer.

The instrument is not the camera but the photographer.

I didn't want to be a woman photographer. That would limit me. I wanted to be a photographer who was a woman, with all the world open to my camera.

What do you hang on the walls of your mind?

Lesson number one: Pay attention to the intrusion of the camera.

I found a way of working which pleased me because I didn’t have to frighten people with heavy equipment. It was that little black box and me.

It's the hardest thing in the world to take the mundane and try to show how special it is.

In a society of thinking humanity, it should always be, humans first, and then Gods, Krishna or otherwise.

He thought she knew what he meant, but the biggest mistake you can make is thinking they know what you mean.

Do not try to be your father boy, it is a hopeless pursuit, particularly when you, like I, have a father of such colossal proportions.

Sometimes, God’s silence is a challenge for us to act

Don't ever let anyone tell you that things can't be changed, that things can't be done. The can and they will, if we are united in what we believe.

My life is good because I am not passive about it. I invest in what is real. Like real people, to do real things, for the real me.

I'd argue that people today aren't rejecting Christ so much as they're rejecting the church.

Stay keeping my cup full so I'm extra charged like a state tax.

For every mountain there is another one. The big question is if you reach the top of the mountain, what then? What do you do then? I suppose you die.

I don't want to eat anything that has a mother