People robbed of their past seem to make the most fervent picture takers, at home and abroad.

There are more and more taboos about calling something, anything, ugly.

Religion is probably, after sex, the second oldest resource which human beings have available to them for blowing their minds.

Life is a movie; death is a photograph.

Any critic is entitled to wrong judgments, of course. But certain lapses of judgment indicate the radical failure of an entire sensibility.

When you see your 40-page essay turned into a "hot tip" in one paragraph in Newsweek, you get anxious about the way your writing has been used.

I like to feel dumb. That’s how I know there’s more in the world than me.