What's The Point Of Getting Killed If

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.

What's The Point Of Getting Killed If You've Got The Wrong Exposure?

The [concentration Camps] Were Swarming With Photographers And Every New Picture Of Horror Served Only To Diminish The Total Effect. Now, For A Short Day, Everyone Will See What Happened To Those Poor Devils In Those Camps; Tomorrow, Very Few Will Care What Happens To Them In The Future.

For A War Correspondent To Miss An Invasion Is Like Refusing A Date With Lana Turner.

The War Is Like An Actress Who Is Getting Old. It's Less And Less Photogenic And More And More Dangerous. (1944)