If you're too big to serve. You're too small to lead.
I saw that the camera could be a weapon against poverty, against racism, against all sorts of social wrongs. I knew at that point I had to have a camera.
I picked up a camera because it was my choice of weapons against what I hated most about the universe: racism, intolerance, poverty. I could have just as easily picked up a knife or a gun, like many of my childhood friends did. . . most of whom were murdered or put in prison. . . but I chose not to go that way. I felt that I could somehow subdue these evils by doing something beautiful that people recognize me by, and thus make a whole different life for myself, which has proved to be so.
The guy who takes a chance, who walks the line between the known and unknown, who is unafraid of failure, will succeed.
I feel it is the heart, not the eye, that should determine the content of the photograph. What the eye sees is its own. What the heart can perceive is a very different matter.
Enthusiasm is the electricity of life. How do you get it? You act enthusiastic until you make it a habit.
I picked up a camera because it was my choice of weapons against what I hated most about the universe: racism, intolerance, poverty.
Do you think there’s anything to eat in this forest?” “Yes,” said the wizard bitterly, “us.
I am such a complex person. I have so many different layers of my personality to choose from. I am super-sensitive, and I am super-strong.
You have to be an artist and a madman, a creature of infinite melancholy, with a bubble of hot poison in your loins and a super-voluptuous flame permanently aglow in your subtle spine (oh, how you have to cringe and hide!), in order to discern at once, by ineffable signs―the slightly feline outline of a cheekbone, the slenderness of a downy limbs, and other indices which despair and shame and tears of tenderness forbid me to tabulate―the little deadly demon among the wholesome children; she stands unrecognized by them and unconscious herself of her fantastic power.
Woman's discontent increases in exact proportion to her development.