You see someone on the street, and essentially what you notice about them is the flaw.

And the revelation was a little like what saints receive on mountains - a further chapter in the history of the mystery.

Love involves a peculiar unfathomable combination of understanding and misunderstanding.

I think it does, a little, hurt to be photographed.

One thing that struck me early is that you don’t put into a photograph what’s going to come out. Or, vice versa, what comes out is not what you put in.

If the fall of man consists in the separation of god and the devil the serpent must have appeared out of the middle of the apple when Eve bit like the original worm in it, splitting it in half and sundering everything which was once one into a pair of opposites, so the world is Noah's ark on the sea of eternity containing all the endless pairs of things, irreconcilable and inseparable, and heat will always long for cold and the back for the front and smiles for tears and mutt for jeff and no for yes with the most unutterable nostalgia there is.

I think the most beautiful inventions are the ones you don't think of.