Freedom is existence, and in it existence precedes essence.

There is no salvation anywhere. The idea of salvation implies the idea of an absolute.

Photographs are not ideas. They give us ideas.

Besides one should not believe that the people only want reading that is easy to absorb.

I exist. It is soft, so soft, so slow. And light: it seems as though it suspends in the air. It moves.

Words are more treacherous and powerful than we think.

Anything, anything would be better than this agony of mind, this creeping pain that gnaws and fumbles and caresses one and never hurts quite enough.