The photographic image... is a message without a code.

The Ventoux is a god of Evil, to which sacrifices must be made. It never forgives weakness and extracts an unfair tribute of suffering.

Don't say mourning. It's too psychoanalytic. I'm not mourning. I'm suffering.

Literature is without proofs. By which it must be understood that it cannot prove, not only what it says, but even that it is worth the trouble of saying it.

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

A paradox: the same century invented history and photography. But history is a memory fabricated according to positive formulas, a pure intellectual discourse which abolishes mythic time; and the photograph is a certain but fugitive testimony.

I am interested in language because it wounds or seduces me.