The truth is always something that is told, not something that is known. If there were no speaking or writing, there would be no truth about anything. There would only be what is.

Mozart, Pascal, Boolean algebra, Shakespeare, parliamentary government, baroque churches, Newton, the emancipation of women, Kant, Balanchine ballets, et al. don’t redeem what this particular civilization has wrought upon the world. The white race is the cancer of human history.

Art is not consciousness per se, but rather its antidote- evolved from within consciousness itself.

Strictly speaking, it is doubtful that a photograph can help us understand anything.

Reality has come to seem more and more like what we are shown by cameras.

Nobody ever discovered ugliness through photographs. But many, through photographs, have discovered beauty.

Writing is a mysterious activity.