Every time I ask questions about sex, I always end up asking questions about death.

In science we see progress. In art there is no progress. In art the questions have always been the same. From the beginning of time till now, we are always asking the same questions. There are very few. We are looking for God, we are asking why we die, we are contemplating sex and the beauty of nature. The only thing that changes is that, in each period of questioning, we speak with the language of our time.

In most of my photographic pieces I have manipulated the quality of the evidence that people assign to photography, in order to subvert it, or to show that photography lies - that what it conveys is not reality but a set of cultural codes.

The fact that you were born means that there are no other children born because of you – you’ve killed them in a way.

You are what you are because your parents made love at that exact moment, and if they made love one second after you would be different.

I've filled my whole life trying to preserve the memory of living, in the fight against dying. Perhaps the only thing I've done, since stopping death is impossible, is to show this fight. The fight itself does not satisfy us either.

I think that all human activity is stupid. Artistic activity is also stupid, but you can see it more clearly.