For each man there awaits... a particular image capable of annihilating the entire universe.

It sometimes happens that pleasure blows anywhere it damn well chooses.

And there are loners in rural communities who, at the equinox, are said to don new garments and stroll down to the cities, where great beasts await them, fat and docile.

Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas, this mania for control, makes men prefer reason's imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work.

Reality is the apparent absence of contradiction. The marvelous is the eruption of contradiction within the real.

Photography intervenes in a very strange way. It makes the streets, gates, squares of the city into illustrations of a trashy novel, draws off the banal obviousness of this ancient architecture to inject it with the most pristine intensity.

For each man there awaits... a particular image capable of annihilating the entire universe.