Today everything exists to end in a photograph.

Anthropology has always struggled with an intense, fascinated repulsion towards its subject.... [The anthropologist] submits himself to the exotic to confirm his own inner alienation as an urban intellectual.

In the United States it's not important which religion you adhere to, as long as you have one.

I have to come out of the closet of the third person and speak in a more direct way.

Photographs are a way of imprisoning reality, understood as recalcitrant, inaccessible; of making it stand still. Or they enlarge a reality that is felt to be shrunk, hollowed out, perishable, remote. One can't possess reality, one can possess (and be possessed by) images.

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.

It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.