I cannot classify the other, for the other is, precisely, Unique, the singular Image which has miraculously come to correspond to the speciality of my desire. The other is the figure of my truth, and cannot be imprisoned in any stereotype (which is the truth of others).

The realists do not take the photograph for a 'copy' of reality, but for an emanation of past reality, a magic, not an art.

I cannot classify the other, for the other is, precisely, Unique, the singular Image which has miraculously come to correspond to the speciality of my desire. The other is the figure of my truth, and cannot be imprisoned in any stereotype (which is the truth of others).

It must always be considered as though spoken by a character in a novel

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.

I love you is unsubtle. It removes explanations, facilities, degrees, scruples.

I want to be both pathetic and admirable, I want to be at the same time a child and an adult. Thereby I gamble, I take a risk: for it is always possible that the other will simply ask no question whatever about these unaccustomed glasses; that the other will see, in the fact, no sign.