I just walk around, observing the subject from various angles until the picture elements arrange themselves into a composition that pleases my eye.

The camera is my tool. Through it I give a reason to everything around me.

Seeing is not enough; you have to feel what you photograph

I still regard myself as an amateur today and I hope that's what I'll stay until the end of my life. Because I'm forever a beginner who discovers the world again and again.

You do not have to imagine things; reality gives you all you need.

The photographer's art is a continuous discovery which requires patience and time.

People in motion are wonderful to photograph. It means catching the right moment... when one thing changes into something else.

I can do something with almost anything I see. Everything is still interesting to me.

Technique isn't important. Technique is in the blood. Events and mood are more important than good light and the happening is what is important

I do not document anything, I give an interpretation.

I do what I feel, that's all. I am an ordinary photographer working for his own pleasure. That's all I've ever done.

True faith rests upon the character of God and asks no further proof than the moral perfections of the One who cannot lie.

The crying sounded even louder out of doors. It was as if all the painin the world had found a voice

We are now in a position to determine just what sort of science fiction story this really is.

I know that there is not in the world a more subtle poison than that which is extracted from and administered by books.

I've had job stability for years at a time. You really develop great relationships with the people you work with.

You are my angel and my damnation; in your presence I reach divine ecstasy and in your absence I descent to hell.

We’ll go.” Her voice is surprisingly deep and forceful. Set in her sunken, shipwreck face, her eyes burn like two smoldering coals. “We’ll fight.

Sixty-five million years ago the dinosaurs had a bad day.

Unless you make allowances for your friends foibles, you betray your own.

Janie looked down on him and felt a self-crushing love. So her soul crawled out from its hiding place.