What makes me feel strong? Being in love and work. I must work.

I don't consider devotion to the past a form of snobbery. Just one of the more disastrous forms of unrequited love.

The only ideals allowed are healthy ones - those everyone may aspire to, or comfortably imagine oneself possessing.

Thinking, writing are ultimately questions of stamina.

Religion is probably, after sex, the second oldest resource which human beings have available to them for blowing their minds.

Tamed as it may be, sexuality remains one of the demonic forces in human consciousness - pushing us at intervals close to taboo and dangerous desires, which range from the impulse to commit sudden arbitrary violence upon another person to the voluptuous yearning for the extinction of one's consciousness, for death itself. Even on the level of simple physical sensation and mood, making love surely resembles having an epileptic fit at least as much as, if not more than, it does eating a meal or conversing with someone.

Time eventually positions most photographs, even the most amateurish, at the level of art.