I am a gambler. I decided to go in with Company E in the first wave.
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.
I hope to stay unemployed as a war photographer till the end of my life.
For a war correspondent to miss an invasion is like refusing a date with Lana Turner.
This war is like an actress who is getting old. It is less and less photogenic and more and more dangerous.
In a war, you must hate somebody or love somebody; you must have a position or you cannot stand what goes on.
It’s not always easy to stand aside and be unable to do anything except record the sufferings around one.
The truth is the best picture, the best propaganda.
It’s not enough to have talent, you also have to be Hungarian.
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.
The pictures are there, and you just take them.
If your pictures aren’t good enough, you aren’t close enough.