The photographer is an armed version of the solitary walker reconnoitering, stalking, cruising the urban inferno, the voyeuristic stroller who discovers the city as a landscape of voluptuous extremes. Adept of the joys of watching, connoisseur of empathy, the flâneur finds the world 'picturesque.

In the valley of sorrow, spread your wings.

I don't write because there's an audience. I write because there is literature.

Taste has no system and no proofs.

A writer, I think, is someone who pays attention to the world.

I don't want to express alienation. It isn't what I feel. I'm interested in various kinds of passionate engagement. All my work says be serious, be passionate, wake up.

Writing is finally a series of permissions you give yourself to be expressive in certain ways. To leap. To fly. To fail.