Life is a movie; death is a photograph.

A fiction about soft or easy deaths is part of the mythology of most diseases that are not considered shameful or demeaning.

By furnishing this already crowded world with a duplicate one of images, photography makes us feel that the world is more available than it really is.

Each of us carries a room within ourselves, waiting to be furnished and peopled, and if you listen closely, you may need to silence everything in your own room, you can hear the sounds of that other room inside your head.

To collect photographs is to collect the world.

The truth is always something that is told, not something that is known. If there were no speaking or writing, there would be no truth about anything. There would only be what is.

As objects of contemplation, images of the atrocious can answer to several different needs. To steel oneself against weakness. To make oneself more numb. To acknowledge the existence of the incorrigible.