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

[O]ften art has judged the judges, pleaded revenge to the innocent and shown to the future what the past suffered, so that it has never been forgotten. . . .

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

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

Drawing is a way of coming upon the connection between things, just like metaphor in poetry reconnects what has become separated.

The strange power of art is sometimes it can show that what people have in common is more urgent than what differentiates them. It seems to me it's something that theatre can do, but it's rare; it's very rare.

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