The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people's reality, and eventually in one's own.

Photographs are a way of imprisoning reality, understood as recalcitrant, inaccessible; of making it stand still. One can't possess reality, one can possess (and be possessed by) images — as, according to Proust, most ambitious of voluntary prisoners, one can't possess the present but one can possessthe past.

Guns have metamorphosed into cameras in this earnest comedy, the ecology safari, because nature has ceased to be what it always had been - what people needed protection from. Now nature tamed, endangered, mortal - needs to be protected from people.

It is the action of bodies on bodies, not bodies on minds, which the crowd enjoys.

Death is unbearable unless you can get beyond the I.

Anything in history or nature that can be described as changing steadily can be seen as heading toward catastrophe.

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.