I am. I am, I exist, I think, therefore I am; I am because I think, why do I think? I don't want to think any more, I am because I think that I don't want to be, I think that I . . . because . . . ugh!

I am neither virgin nor priest enough to play with the inner life.

Life begins on the other side of despair.

To believe is to know you believe, and to know you believe is not to believe.

Photographs are not ideas. They give us ideas.

Therefore, in the nature of this will for freedom, which freedom itself implies, I may pass judgement on those who seek to hide from themselves the complete arbitrariness and the complete freedom of their existence.

We make our own hell out of the people around us.