I haven't been everywhere, but it's on my list.

Any photograph has multiple meanings: indeed, to see something in the form of a photograph is to encounter a potential object of fascination. The ultimate wisdom of the photographic image is to say: “There is the surface. Now think – or rather feel, intuit – what is beyond it, what the reality must be like if it looks this way.’ Photographs, which cannot themselves explain anything, are inexhaustible invitations to deduction, speculation, and fantasy

Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.

Any important disease whose causality is murky, and for which treatment is ineffectual, tends to be awash in significance.

It is easier to endure than to change. But once one has changed, what was endured is hard to recall.

A work of art, so far as it is a work of art, cannot - whatever the artist's personal intention - advocate anything at all.

Self-respect. It would make me lovable. And it's the secret to good sex.