We live in an age of reproduction. Most of what makes up our personal picture of the world we have never seen with our own eyes--or rather, we've seen it with our own eyes, but not on the spot: our knowledge comes to us from a distance, we are televiewers, telehearers, teleknowers.

You can put anything into words, except your own life.

It is only the consciousness of a nonexistence which allows us to realize for moments that we are living.

A real life, a life that leaves a deposit in the shape of something alive.... It's difficult to say what makes a life a real life.... You could also say it depends on a person being identical with himself.

When we travel, we are like a film at the moment of exposure; it is memory that will develop it.

I feel fairly certain that my hatred harms me more than the people whom I hate.

There is no art without Eros.