There is a constant in the average American imagination and taste, for which the past must be preserved and celebrated in full-scale authentic copy; a philosophy of immortality as duplication. It dominates the relation with the self, with the past, not infrequently with the present, always with History and, even, with the European tradition.

Conspiracies do exist. Probably in this moment in New York there is an economic group making a conspiracy in order to buy three banks. But if they succeed, they are immediately discovered.

There is no great sport in having bullets flying about one in every direction, but I find they have less horror when among them than when in anticipation.

Today I realize that many recent exercises in "deconstructive reading" read as if inspired by my parody. This is parody's mission: it must never be afraid of going too far. If its aim is true, it simply heralds what others will later produce, unblushing, with impassive and assertive gravity.

People are tired of simple things. They want to be challenged.

Not that the incredulous person doesn't believe in anything. It's just that he doesn't believe in everything.

If photography is to be likened to perception, this is not because the former is a natural process but because the latter is also coded.