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.

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

What seems distinctively modern as a unit of thought, of art, of discourse is the fragment; and the quotation is one kind of fragment.

Although there is a sense in which the camera does indeed capture reality, not just interpret it, photographs are as much an interpretation of the world as paintings and drawings are

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

The Western memory museum is now mostly a visual one.

A good listener: a physical presence that is warm, alert, intelligent - more important than any words.