Memory is very important, the memory of each photo taken, flowing at the same speed as the event.

It is an illusion that photos are made with the camera... they are made with the eye, heart and head.

One eye of the photographer looks wide open through the viewfinder, the other, the closed looks into his own soul.

To me, photography is the simultaneous recognition, in a fraction of a second, of the significance of an event.

Sharpness is a bourgeois concept

In photography, the smallest thing can be a great subject. The little, human detail can become a Leitmotiv.

Photography is a way of shouting, of freeing oneself, not of proving or asserting one's own originality. It's a way of life.

For me, the camera is a sketch book, an instrument of intuition and spontaneity.

Oop! The Moment! Once you miss it, it is gone forever.

Photography is an immediate reaction, drawing is a meditation.

You just have to live and life will give you pictures.

Ideas rarely come out whole. They change as they get brought to life. New constraints appear, new directions suggest themselves, and new influences come to bear.

To insult someone we call him 'besti*l'. For deliberate cruelty and nature, 'human' might be the greater insult.

We were bullied, broken, built up, bronzed and polished. We grew dull, dusty, doubtful, dark, and forgetful.Yet we still know that we can love deeply.

We are all a little damaged, Bee. Some of us more than others.

Life beats down and crushes the soul and art reminds you that you have one.

All men are Jews, though few men know it.

Science is the acceptance of what works and the rejection of what does not. That needs more courage than we might think.

I grew up in Lambeth, I went to normal schools and I've grown up in a city where people say what they think.

When Jesus Christ utters a word, He opens His mouth so wide that it embraces all Heaven and earth, even though that word be but in a whisper.

Paint here no draped despairs, no saddening clouds, Where the soul rests, proclaims eternity. But let the wrong cry out as raw as wounds, This Time forgets and never heals, far less transcends.