When we look at a photograph of ourselves or of others, we are really looking at the return of the dead.

Every photograph is a certificate of presence.

We know that the war against intelligence is always waged in the name of common sense.

For Death must be somewhere in a society; if it is no longer (or less intensely) in religion, it must be elsewhere; perhaps in this image which produces Death while trying to preserve life. Contemporary with the withdrawal of rites, Photography may correspond to the intrusion, in our modern society, of an asymbolic Death, outside of religion, outside of ritual, a kind of abrupt dive into literal Death.

The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.

The new is not a fashion, it is a value.

Frontiers are physical as well as symbolic constructions