If You Take Photos, Don't Speak, Don't

A Hundredth Of A Second Here, A Hundredth Of A Second There-even If You Put Them End To End, They Still Only Add Up To One, Two, Perhaps Three Seconds, Snatched From Eternity.

Nowadays People's Visual Imagination Is So Much More Sophisticated, So Much More Developed, Particularly In Young People, That Now You Can Make An Image Which Just Slightly Suggests Something, They Can Make Of It What They Will.

The Photographer Must Be Absorbent - Like A Blotter, Allow Himself To Be Permeated By The Poetic Moment... His Technique Should Be Like An Animal Function... He Should Act Automatically.

Some Days The Mere Fact Of Seeing Feels Like Perfect Happiness... You Feel So Rich You Long To Share Your Jubilation With Others. The Memory Of Such Moments Is My Most Precious Possession. Maybe Because There've Been So Few Of Them. A Hundredth Of A Second Here, A Hundredth Of A Second There-- Even If You Put Them End To End They Still Only Add Up To One, Two, Perhaps Three Seconds Snatched From Eternity.

You've Got To Struggle Against The Pollution Of Intelligence In Order To Become An Animal With Very Sharp Instincts - A Sort Of Intuitive Medium - So That To Photograph Becomes A Magical Act, And Slowly Other More Suggestive Images Begin To Appear Behind The Visible Image, For Which The Photographer Cannot Be Held Responsible.