The runner stopped dead, lost his balance, froze in one of those violent attitudes in which the photographers petrify living reality.
There's no such thing as love; only proof of love.
Cultivate everything the critics hated in your first work - that's what makes you unique.
Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
Don't for a moment believe He was killing the young; He was costuming angels.
Anything of any importance cannot help but be unrecognizable, since it bears no resemblance to anything already known.