You can go into all sorts of situations with a camera and people will think they should serve it.

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.

War tears, rends. War rips open, eviscerates. War scorches. War dismembers. War ruins.

To make your life being a writer, it's an auto-slavery ... you are both the slave and the task-master.

In the valley of sorrow, spread your wings.

The writer is either a practicing recluse or a delinquent, guilt-ridden one--or both. Usually both.

It's so effortless to let my loneliness defeat me, make me mold myself to whatever would (in some way - but not wholly) relieve it. I must never forget it... I want sensuality and sensitivity, both... Let me never deny that... I want to err on the side of violence and excess, rather than to underfill my moments.