To be desired is perhaps the closest anybody in this life can reach to feeling immortal.

If everything that existed were continually being photographed, every photograph would become meaningless.

It can happen that a book, unlike its authors, grows younger as the years pass.

Whenever the intensity of looking reaches a certain degree, one becomes aware of an equally intense energy coming towards one through the appearance of whatever it is one is scrutinizing.

Every painted image of something is also about the absence of the real thing. All painting is about the presence of absence.

What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time.

All photographs are there to remind us of what we forget. In this - as in other ways - they are the opposite of paintings. Paintings record what the painter remembers. Because each one of us forgets different things, a photo more than a painting may change its meaning according to who is looking at it.