... in the eyes of its visitors, Venice has no reality of its own. Anyone visiting the place has already seen so many pictures of it that they can only attempt to view it via these clichés, and they take home photographs of Venice that are similar to the ones they already knew. Venice [is] becoming like one of those painted backdrops that photographers use in their studio.

Photography is used to give evidence, and the evidence is always deceiving.

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.

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.

The photo replaces the memory. When someone dies, after a while you can't visualize them anymore, you only remember them through their pictures.

We all die twice - once when we actually die and once when no one on earth recognizes our photograph.

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