I am profoundly uncertain how to write. I know what I love and what I like, because it's a direct passionate response. But when I write, I'm very uncertain whether it's good enough. That is, of course, the writer's agony.

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

Societies need to have one illness which becomes identified with evil, and attaches blame to its victims.

The painter constructs, the photographer discloses.

Perversity is the muse of modern literature.

A photograph passes for incontrovertible proof that a given thing happened. The picture may distort; but there is always a presumption that something exists, or did exist, which is like what’s in the picture

Lying is an elementary means of self-defense.