Strictly speaking, it is doubtful that a photograph can help us understand anything.

To paraphrase several sages: Nobody can think and hit someone at the same time.

I want to save my soul, that timid wind.

The "happening" operates by creating an asymmetrical network of surprises, without climax or consummation, this is the alogism of dreams rather than the logic of most art.

Books are not only the arbitrary sum of our dreams, and our memory. They also give us the model of self-transcende nce.

I was not looking for my dreams to interpret my life, but rather for my life to interpret my dreams.

Ours is a culture based on excess, on overproduction; the result is a steady loss of sharpness in our sensory experience. All the conditions of modern life - its material plenitude, its sheer crowdedness - conjoin to dull our sensory faculties