The best principals are not heroes; they are hero makers.

All those young photographers who are at work in the world, determined upon the capture of actuality, do not know that they are agents of Death.

In 1850, August Salzmann photographed, near Jerusalem, the road to Beith-Lehem (as it was spelled at the time): nothing but stony ground, olive trees; but three tenses dizzy my consciousness: my present, the time of Jesus, and that of the photographer, all this under the instance of 'reality' - and no longer through the elaborations of the text, whether fictional or poetic, which itself is never credible down to the root.

Isn’t the most sensitive point of this mourning the fact that I must lose a language — the amorous language? No more ‘I love you’s.

Television doomed us to the Family, whose household instrument it has become-what the hearth used to be, flanked by the communal kettle.

There is only one way left to escape the alienation of present day society: to retreat ahead of it.

We don't forget, but something vacant settles in us.