The war correspondent has his stake - his life - in his own hands, and he can put it on this horse or that horse, or he can put it back in his pocket at the very last minute.

For a war correspondent to miss an invasion is like refusing a date with Lana Turner.

I would say that the war correspondent gets more drinks, more girls, better pay, and greater freedom than the soldier, but at this stage of the game, having the freedom to choose his spot and being allowed to be a coward and not be executed for it is his torture.

I hope to stay unemployed as a war photographer till the end of my life.

In a war, you must hate somebody or love somebody; you must have a position or you cannot stand what goes on.

Actually, my correspondent's language is better than mine. He can put his sentiment into words.