Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an intensely mobile flux of past, present, and future.

Lying is the most simple form of self-defence.

My idea of a writer: someone interested in everything.

To photograph people is to violate them, by seeing them as they never see themselves, by having knowledge of them that they can never have.

Most people in this society who aren't actively mad are, at best, reformed or potential lunatics.

His view of time, and of change, has become that of most elderly people: he hates change, since for him - for his body - any change is for the worse. And if there is to be change, then he wants it to happen quickly, so it does not use up too much of the time remaining to him.

Can I love someone...and still think/fly? Love is flying, sown, floating. Thought is solitary flight, beating wings.