Someone tells me: this kind of love is not viable. But how can you evaluate viability? Why is the viable a Good Thing? Why is it better to last than to burn?

How does meaning get into the image? Where does it end? And if it ends, what is there beyond?

It is no longer the sexual which is indecent, it is the sentimental.

The gesture of the amorous embrace seems to fulfill, for a time, the subject's dream of total union with the loved being: The longing for consummation with the other.

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.

It is said that mourning, by its gradual labour, slowly erases pain; I could not, I cannot believe this; because for me, Time eliminates the emotion of loss (I do note weep), that is all. For the rest, everything has remained motionless. For what I have lost is not a Figure (the Mother), but a being; and not a being, but a quality (a soul): not the indispensable, but the irreplaceable.

The skyscraper establishes the block, the block creates the street, the street offers itself to man.