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

Pleasure is continually disappointed, reduced, deflated, in favor of strong, noble values: Truth, Death, Progress, Struggle, Joy, etc. Its victorious rival is Desire: we are always being told about Desire, never about Pleasure.

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

I call the discourse of power any discourse that engenders blame, hence guilt, in its recipient.

I have tried to be as eclectic as I possibly can with my professional life, and so far it's been pretty fun.

As a language, Garbo's singularity was of the order of the concept, that of Audrey Hepburn is of the order of the substance; the face of Garbo is an Idea, that of Hepburn, an Event.

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