The writer, like the murderer, needs a motive.

I was always trying to take art photographs, but the most interesting pictures were the snapshots. The artsy pictures were boring, always.

If you scratch a great photograph, you find two things; a painting and a photograph.

Journalists justify their treachery in various ways according to their temperaments. The more pompous talk about freedom of speech and ‘the public’s right to know’; the least talented talk about Art; the seemliest murmur about earning a living.

Fidelity to the subject's thought and to his characteristic way of expressing himself is the sine qua non of journalistic quotation.

This is what it is the business of the artist to do. Art is theft, art is armed robbery, art is not pleasing your mother.

All analyses end badly. Each 'termination' leaves the participants with the taste of ashes in their mouths; each is absurd; each is a small, pointless death. Psychoanalysis cannot tolerate happy endings; it casts them off the way the body's immunological system casts off transplanted organs.