“You know there are moments such as these when time stands still and all you do is hold your breath and hope it will wait for you.”

I’ve never not been sure that I was a photographer any more than you would not be sure you were yourself. I was a photographer, or wanting to be a photographer, or beginning – but some phase of photographer I’ve always been.

I many times encountered courage, real courage. Undeniable courage. I’ve heard it said that that was the highest quality of the human animal.

The visual life is an enormous undertaking, practically unattainable.

I encountered that many times, in unexpected places. And I have learned to recognize it when I see it.

No country has ever closely scrutinized itself visually … I know what we could make of it if people only thought we could dare look at ourselves.

This benefit of seeing…can come only if you pause a while, extricate yourself from the maddening mob of quick impressions ceaselessly battering our lives, and look thoughtfully at a quiet image…the viewer must be willing to pause, to look again, to meditate.

To live a visual life is an enormous undertaking, practically unattainable. I have only touched it, just touched it.

You put your camera around your neck along with putting on your shoes, and there it is, an appendage of the body that shares your life with you.

One should really use the camera as though tomorrow you’d be stricken blind.

A documentary photograph is not a factual photograph.

Sometimes in a hostile situation you stick around because hostility itself is important.

It is not enough to photograph the obviously picturesque.

The best way to go into an unknown territory is to go in ignorant, ignorant as possible, with your mind wide open, as wide open as possible and not having to meet anyone else’s requirement but your own.

I believe that what we call beautiful is generally a by-product.

Photography is a lot like telling a large predatory cat what to do-while an audience of people you can’t see watches you.

No country has ever closely scrutinized itself visually.

There is nothing prettier in the whole wide world than a girl in love with every breath she takes.

It pains to be insulted every time you breathe when I am your oxygen but you have to wish to breathe.

Did you ever take a deep breath and appreciated the people, things and memories that stayed in your life

I think I will always be half a breath between the hurting and the healing.

The turmoil of her past is blazing my breath.

She was the freedom of his existence that rushed in like tsunami, that ignited his breaths into calm.

Anxiety is way louder than it sounds, I want to speak but i am short of breath.

It’s hard to breathe when she is not around.