I don't consider devotion to the past a form of snobbery. Just one of the more disastrous forms of unrequited love.

To suffer is one thing; another thing is living with the photographed images of suffering, which does not necessarily strengthen conscience and the ability to be compassionate. It can also corrupt them. Once one has seen such images, one has started down the road of seeing more - and more. Images transfix. Images anesthetize.

Along with people who pretty themselves for the camera, the unattractive and the disaffected have been assigned their beauty.

the process of building a self and its works is always too slow. One is always in arrears to oneself.

Cameras began duplicating the world at that moment when the human landscape started to undergo a vertiginous rate of change: while an untold number of forms of biological and social life are being destroyed in a brief span of time, a device is available to record what is disappearing.

It is the action of bodies on bodies, not bodies on minds, which the crowd enjoys.

There are more and more taboos about calling something, anything, ugly.