You can plan events, but if they go according to your plan they are not events.

You painted a naked woman because you enjoyed looking at her, put a mirror in her hand and you called the painting “Vanity,” thus morally condemning the woman whose nakedness you had depicted for you own pleasure.

When we read a story, we inhabit it. The covers of the book are like a roof and four walls.

The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying.

All weddings are similar, but every marriage is different.

I wanted to write about looking at the world, so it's more about helping people, or persuading people, to see what is around us; both the marvellous and the terrible.

Photography, because it stops the flow of life, is always flirting with death.