You’ll never find one of my photographs that violates your privacy, or if you’re knocked off, your mother’s privacy. I never show you any corpses or shot-up bodies. These sons of bitches today, you know, after a typhoon, after an earthquake, anything, they’re right in there. That’s not my privilege. I want you to feel the story of fatigue and tragedy and heartbreak. If they’re dead, you’ll never see their faces.