A photograph comes into being, as it is seen, all at once.

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.

The only ideals allowed are healthy ones - those everyone may aspire to, or comfortably imagine oneself possessing.

In America, the photographer is not simply the person who records the past, but the one who invents it.

On the level of simple sensation and mood, making love surely resembles an epileptic fit at least as much as, if not more than, it does eating a meal or conversing with someone.

Self-exposure is commendable in art only when it is of a quality and complexity that allows other people to learn about themselves from it.

Interpretation, based on the highly dubious theory that a work of art is composed of items of content, violates art. It makes art into an article for use, for arrangement into a mental scheme of categories.