Photographs are a way of imprisoning reality, understood as recalcitrant, inaccessible; of making it stand still. Or they enlarge a reality that is felt to be shrunk, hollowed out, perishable, remote. One can't possess reality, one can possess (and be possessed by) images.

As one passion begins to fail it is necessary to form another, for the whole art of going through life tolerably is to keep oneself eager about anything.

I write - and talk - in order to find out what I think.

Reality has come to seem more and more like what we are shown by cameras.

... the place we assign to pornography depends on the goals we set for our own consciousness, our own experience.

Why wouldn't you write to escape yourself as much as you might write to express yourself? It's far more interesting to write about others.

A good book is an education of the heart.