I bought my first camera in Seattle, Washington. Only paid about seven dollars and fifty cents for it.

You know, the camera is not meant just to show misery.

Washington, D.C. in 1942 was not the easiest place in the world for a Negro to get along.

Hollywood is a place where they'll pay you a thousand dollars for a kiss and fifty cents for your soul.

At first I wasn't sure that I had the talent, but I did know I had a fear of failure, and that fear compelled me to fight off anything that might abet it.

The man at Kodak told me the shots were very good and if I kept it up, they would give me an exhibition. Later, Kodak gave me my first exhibition.