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.

We only see what we look at. To look is an act of choice.

The true content of a photograph is invisible, for it derives from a play, not with form, but with time.

One can say of language that it is potentially the only human home, the only dwelling place that cannot be hostile to man.

All creation is in the art of seeing.

Fanaticism comes from any form of chosen blindness accompanying the pursuit of a single dogma.

Traditional Chinese art looked at the Earth from a Confucian mountain top; Japanese art looked closely around screens; Italian Renaissance art surveyed conquered nature through the window or door-frame of a palace. For the Cro-Magnons, space is a metaphysical arena of continually intermittent appearances and disappearances.