Decline of the letter, the rise of the notebook! One doesn't write to others any more; one writes to oneself.

The history of art is a sequence of successful transgressions.

That even an apocalypse can be made to seem part of the ordinary horizon of expectation constitutes an unparalleled violence that is being done to our sense of reality, to our humanity.

In ‘life,’ I don’t want to be reduced to my work. In ‘work,’ I don’t want to be reduced to my life.

The creative phase of an idea coincides with the period during which it insists, cantankerously, on its boundaries, on what makes it different; but an idea becomes false and impotent when it seeks reconciliation, at cut-rate prices, with other ideas.

The painter constructs, the photographer discloses.

Writing is a mysterious activity.