A pale reflection of myself wavers in my consciousness...and suddenly the “I” pales, pales, and fades out.

You must be like me; you must suffer in rhythm.

There are photographers who push for war because they make stories. They search for a Chinese who has a more Chinese are than the others and they end up finding one. They have him take a typically Chinese pose and surround him with chinoiseries. What have they captured on their film? A Chinese? Definitely not: the idea of the Chinese.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.

the worst part about being lied to is knowing you werent worth the truth

To love is never just to love since it is also to will to love, and ... to love in spite of oneself, to allow oneself to be overcome by one's love.

It's quite an undertaking to start loving somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment right at the start where you have to jump across an abyss: if you think about it you don't do it.