She seemed to belong to that pagan, primitive kingdom of birds and forests where everything was infinitely abundant, wild, blooming, and royal in its perpetual decay, death, and rebirth; illicit and clashing with the human world.

I am going to put myself to sleep now for a bit longer than usual. Call it Eternity

Photography was the first foreign language of my artistic expression.

She seemed to belong to that pagan, primitive kingdom of birds and forests where everything was infinitely abundant, wild, blooming, and royal in its perpetual decay, death, and rebirth; illicit and clashing with the human world.

Life is a state of mind.

The principle of art is to pause, not bypass.

Gatherings and, simultaneously, loneliness are the conditions of a writer's life.