With considerable soul searching, that to the utmost of my ability, I have let truth be the prejudice.

Never have I found the limits of the photographic potential. Every horizon, upon being reached, reveals another beckoning in the distance. Always, I am on the threshold.

Photography is a small voice, at best, but sometimes one photograph, or a group of them, can lure our sense of awareness.

Hardening of the categories causes art disease.

The world just does not fit conveniently into the format of a 35mm camera.

Passion is in all great searches and is necessary to all creative endeavors.

I didn’t write the rules. Why would I follow them?

I think photojournalism is documentary photography with a purpose.

If I can get them to think, get them to feel, get them to see, then I've done about all that I can as a teacher.

What use having a great depth of field, if there is not an adequate depth of feeling?

My photographs at best hold only a small length, but through them I would suggest and criticize and illuminate and try to give compassionate understanding.

Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living.

Build me up and I with you. For we are more one than two.

While I was trying to write, I was trying to grow.

If having problems feels like a problem to you, it may not be the problems themselves, but the way you think about them that is the problem.

Indeed, infatuation thrives on image (while love thrives on knowledge).

I am not here to make you feel better, I am just here to make you feel worse

Light is good company, when alone; I took my comfort where I found it, and the warmest yellow bulb in the living-room lamp had become a kind of radiant babysitter all its own.

I'm not satisfied. I'm still enjoying this. I still feel like I'm in the best part of my career and I can play at a high level. This is what I love to do: playing football and winning games.

‎"She was not a little girl heart-broken about him; she was a grown woman smiling at it all, but they were wet smiles.

We look up for inspiration, down for desperation, right and left for information.