What is love? There is nothing in the world, neither man nor Devil nor any thing, that I hold as suspect as love, for it penetrates the soul more than any other thing. Nothing exists that so fills and binds the heart as love does. Therefore, unless you have those weapons that subdue it, the soul plunges through love into an immense abyss.

The thought that all experience will be lost at the moment of my death makes me feel pain and fear... What a waste, decades spent building up experience, only to throw it all away... We remedy this sadness by working. For example, by writing, painting, or building cities.

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.

A mystic is a hysteric who has met her confessor before her doctor.

Nothing can shake my belief that this world is the fruit of a dark god whose shadow I extend.

My father was an accountant and his father was a typographer.

The cultivated person's first duty is to be always prepared to rewrite the encyclopedia.