the appetite for thinking must be regulated, as all sensible people know, for it may stifle one's life.

Love dies because its birth was an error.

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

The photographer's intentions do not determine the meaning of a photograph, which will have its own career, blown by the whims and loyalties of the diverse communities that have use for it.

Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an intensely mobile flux of past, present, and future.

In a lot of writing or intellectual discourse we're starting to use that model: "Oh, this is where it comes from!" I would like to concentrate on work which is more resistant to that procedure, as I think fiction is.

It is the nature of aphoristic thinking to be always in a state of concluding; a bid to have the final word is inherent in all powerful phrase-making.