Donald McCullin
[Photographer, b. 1935, Finsbury Park, London, lives in Somerset, England.]
Who needs great pictures when somebody’s dying and he’s only five years old?
(On his own photographs of starvation in Biafra) 
Bert Hardy
[Photographer, b. 1913, London, d. 1995, Oxted, England.]
Although I do not usually like taking pictures of corpses, I controlled my feelings of rage for long enough to take some; without such evidence, no one would believe that anything like this had ever happened.
(On photographing the liberation of the Bergen-Belsen Concentration Camp, April 19, 1945)
John Paul Filo
[Photographer, b. 1948, Natrona Heights, Pennsylvania, lives in New York.]
I didn’t react visually. This girl came up and knelt over the body and let out a God-awful scream that made me click the camera.
(On photographing Mary Vecchio with slain student Jeffery Miller during the shootings of students at Kent State, April, 1970.)
Malcolm Browne
[Journalist and photographer, b. 1931, New York, d. 2012, New Hampshire.]
I had no point of view. I was concerned that [the photographs] be properly exposed, but since the subject was self-illuminated that wasn’t much of a problem.
(On his 1963 photograph of self-immolation of South Vietnamese Buddhist monk Thich Quang Duc.)
Anne Frank
[Writer, b. 1929, Frankfurt, Germany, d. 1945, Bergen-Belsen concentration camp, Germany.]
This is a photo as I would wish myself to look all the time. Then I would maybe have a chance to come to Hollywood.
(10, October, 1942; Handwritten inscription on a photograph)
Donald McCullin
[Photographer, b. 1935, Finsbury Park, London, lives in Somerset, England.]
It wasn’t my fault if in Sabra and Shatila the light was almost biblical, if what happened in front of my eyes was like a scene out of Goya.
Muhammad Ali (Cassius Clay)
[Boxer, b. 1942, Louisville, Kentucky, d. Scottsdale, Arizona.]
Emmett Till and I were about the same age. A week after he was murdered... I stood on a corner with a gang of boys, looking at pictures of him in the black newspapers and magazines. In one, he was laughing and happy. In the other, his head was swollen and bashed in, his eyes bulging out of their sockets, and his mouth twisted and broken... I couldn’t get Emmett Till out of my mind, until one evening I thought of a way to get back at white people for his death.
Philip Jones Griffiths
[Photojournalist, b. 1936, Rhuddian, Wales, d. 2008, London.]
The twentieth century was the time of photography, when almost everything of importance was recorded and considered true because it was photographed. Nowadays nearly anyone can produce a photograph of Ladybird Johnson standing on the grassy knoll with a smoking gun in her hand and no one can prove it’s a fake.
