After the writer's death, reading his journal is like receiving a long letter.

Lying is the only art form that the public sanctions and instinctively prefers to reality.

The joy of youth is to disobey; but the trouble is that there are no longer any orders.

An artist cannot speak about his art any more than a plant can discuss horticulture.

A picture is not a window...an abstract refers to no reality but its own.

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.

If a poet has a dream, it is not of becoming famous, but of being believed.