Although photography generates works that can be called art-it requires subjectivity, it can lie, it gives aesthetic pleasure-photography is not, to begin with, an art form at all. Like language, it is a medium in which works of art (among other things) are made.

With the modern diseases (once TB, now cancer) the romantic idea that the disease expresses the character is invariably extended to assert that the character causes the disease -- because it has not expressed itself. Passion moves inward, striking and blighting the deepest cellular recesses.

As industrialization provided social uses for the operations of the photographer, so the reaction against these uses reinforced the self-consciousness of photography-as-art.

Sanity is a cozy lie.

In good films, there is always a directness that entirely frees us from the itch to interpret.

The truth is balance. However the opposite of truth, which is unbalance, may not be a lie.

You know that you can't make references to the Classics any longer and less and less to the English classics even.