Love dies because its birth was an error.

Any sensibility which can be crammed into the mold of a system, or handled with the rough tools of proof, is no longer sensibility at all. It has hardened into an idea.

I haven't been everywhere, but it's on my list.

Images anesthetize. An event known through photographs certainly becomes more real than it would have been if one had never seen the photographs ... But after repeated exposure to images it also becomes less real. ... 'concerned' photography has done at least as much to deaden conscience as to arouse it.

The writer is either a practicing recluse or a delinquent, guilt-ridden one--or both. Usually both.

All my life I've been looking for someone intelligent to talk to.

...to photograph is to frame, and to frame is to exclude.