Why wouldn't you write to escape yourself as much as you might write to express yourself? It's far more interesting to write about others.

Images are more real than anyone could have supposed.

Time exists in order that everything doesn’t happen all at once…and space exists so that it doesn’t all happen to you.

All my life I've been looking for someone intelligent to talk to.

In the final analysis, style is art. And art is nothing more or less than various modes of stylized, dehumanized representation.

Bleak factory buildings and billboard-cluttered avenues look as beautiful, through the camera's eye, as churches and pastoral landscapes.

Where once it was the physician who waged bellum contra morbum, the war against disease, now it's the whole society.