I am unpacking my library. Yes I am. The books are not yet on the shelves, not yet touched by the mild boredom of order.

You could tell a lot about a man by the books he keeps - his tastes, his interest, his habits.

Every image of the past that is not recognised by the present as one of its own threatens to disappear irretrievably.

Capitalism is a purely cultic religion, perhaps the most extreme that ever existed.

Allegories are, in the realm of thought, what ruins are in the realm of things.

What we must demand from the photographer is the ability to put such a caption beneath his picture as will rescue it from the ravages of modishness and confer upon it a revolutionary use value.

The work of memory collapses time.