People tend to become cynical about even the most appalling crisis if it seems to be dragging on, failing to come to term.

A family's photograph album is generally about the extended family and, often, is all that remains of it.

In a culture whose already classical dilemma is the hypertrophy of the intellect at the expense of energy and sensual capability, interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art.

That's what a community is: taking for granted certain assumptions, not having to start from zero every time. This is no longer true.

No 'we' should be taken for granted when the subject is looking at other people's pain.

The discovery of the good taste of bad taste can be very liberating. The man who insists on high and serious pleasures is depriving himself of pleasure; he continually restricts what he can enjoy; in the constant exercise of his good taste he will eventually price himself out of the market, so to speak. Here Camp taste supervenes upon good taste as a daring and witty hedonism. It makes the man of good taste cheerful, where before he ran the risk of being chronically frustrated. It is good for the digestion.

Life is not significant details, illuminated by a flash, fixed forever. Photographs are.