[Cameras] tend to turn people into things and the photograph extends and multiplies the human image to the proportions of mass-produced merchandise and, [in the age of photography] the world itself becomes a sort of museum of objects that have been encountered before in some other museum and to say that the camera cannot lie is merely to underline the multiple deceits that are now practiced in its name.

Information and images bump against each other every day in massive quantities, and the resonance of this interfacing is like the babble of a village or tavern gossip session.

Nothing is inevitable if we are willing to contemplate what is happening.

Ads are carefully designed by the Madison Avenue frog-men of-the-mind for semiconscious exposure.

Character no longer is shaped by only two earnest, fumbling experts. Now all the world's a sage.

It is one of the peculiar characteristics of the photograph that it isolates single moments in time.

You can be a French Canadian or an English Canadian, but not a Canadian. We know how to live without an identity, and this is one of our marvellous resources.