The question of the social uses of photography opens out into the very largest issues of the self, of the relationship to community, to reality.

The photographer both loots and preserves, denounces and consecrates.

It is passivity that dulls feeling.

Fewer and fewer Americans possess objects that have a patina, old furniture, grandparents pots and pans - the used things, warm with generations of human touch, essential to a human landscape. Instead, we have our paper phantoms, transistorized landscapes. A featherweight portable museum.

Illnesses have always been used as metaphors to enliven charges that a society was corrupt or unjust.

What, I ask, drives me to disorder? How can I diagnose myself? All I feel, most immediately, is the most anguished need for physical love and mental companionship -

Each generation has to reinvent spirituality.