Love dies because its birth was an error.

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

Photographs trade simultaneously on the prestige of art and the magic of the real.

The public voice in the theater today is crude and raucous, and, all too often, weak-minded.

His view of time, and of change, has become that of most elderly people: he hates change, since for him - for his body - any change is for the worse. And if there is to be change, then he wants it to happen quickly, so it does not use up too much of the time remaining to him.

Life is not significant details, illuminated by a flash, fixed forever. Photographs are.

Because each photograph is only a fragment, its moral and emotional weight depends on where it is inserted. A photograph changes according to the context in which it is seen: thus Smith's Minamata photographs will seem different on a contact sheet, in a gallery, in a political demonstration, in a police file, in a photographic magazine, in a book, on a living-room wall. Each o these situations suggest a different use for the photographs but none can secure their meaning.