“I realize more and more what it takes to be a really good photographer. You go in over your head, not just up to your neck.”

Artists are controlled by the life that beats in them, like the ocean beats on the shore.

That frame of mind that you need to make fine pictures of a very wonderful subject, you cannot do it by not being lost yourself.

I believe in living with the camera, and not using the camera.

To know ahead of time what you’re looking for means you’re then only photographing your own preconceptions, which is very limiting, and often false.

While there is perhaps a province in which the photograph can tell us nothing more than what we see with our own eyes, there is another in which it proves to us how little our eyes permit us to see.

The people who are garrulous and wear their heart on their sleeve and tell you everything, that’s one kind of person, but the fellow who’s hiding behind a tree and hoping you don’t see him is the fellow that you’d better find out why.

Being disabled gave me an immense advantage. People are kinder to you. It puts you on a different level than if you go into a situation whole and secure.

We know by now how to photograph poor people. What we don’t know is how to photograph affluence – whose other face is poverty.

Seeing is more than a physiological phenomenon… We see not only with our eyes but with all that we are and all that our culture is. The artist is a professional see-er.

Surefire things are deadening to the human spirit.

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 had to get my camera to register things that were more important than how poor they were–their pride, their strength, their spirit.

Photographers stop photographing a subject too soon before they have exhausted the possibilities.

The good photograph is not the object, the consequences of the photograph are the objects.

… it came to me that what I had to do was to take pictures and concentrate upon people, only people, all kinds of people, people who paid me and people who didn’t.

Ours is a time of the machine, and ours is a need to know that the machine can be put to creative human effort. If not, the machine can destroy us.

Each of us needs to take ourselves by the nap of our necks and confess and repent before we come into God’s holy presence to fellowship.

Would that the Roman people had but one neck!

Your neck. I want to kiss it.

I love that team, I wear their symbol around my neck on a chain – I’ve always had a soft spot for this little club.

The best compliment was Ben Kingsley coming up to me, putting his hand on the back of my neck, and saying, “Good job, son.”.

My love is like a stone tied round my neck; it’s dragging me down to the bottom; but I love my stone. I can’t live without it.

Would that the Roman people had but one neck!

The way I play, I go through a set in a year. So I put ’58 Gibson Jumbo Bass frets on all my necks.