Style is a simple way of saying complicated things.

When we awake it is the animal, the plant, that thinks in us. Primitive thought without the least disguise. We see a terrible universe, because we see clearly. A little later, intelligence introduces its impeding contrivances. It brings the little toys which man invents in order to hide the void. It is then that we think we are seeing clearly. We attribute our uneasiness to the miasmas of the brain as it passes from dream to reality.

Nothing is more intriguing than a still photograph in the middle of a motion picture... Just as an accident is a cry changed into silence and not a silence after a cry, photography is speed rendered motionless.

It seems to me that invisibility is the required provision of elegance. Elegance ceases to exist when it is noticed.

The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.

People seek escape in myth by any means at their disposal, including drugs, alcohol, meditation, and lies.

Understand that some of your enemies are amongst your best friends.