The imagination made us human, but being human, becoming more human, is a greater burden than we imagined. We have no choice but to imagine ourselves more human than we are.

However much [photographs] may lie, they do so with the raw materials of truth.

The camera eye is the one in the middle of our forehead, combining how we see with what there is to be seen.

[We] make images to see clearly: then we see clearly what we have made.

The man who comes to writing late, but is in essence a writer, may sometimes gain as much as he has lost: his experience of life has given him a subject, he is spared the youthful writer's self-torment and soul-searching.

We're in the world of communications more and more, tough we're in communication less and less.

In the blur of the photograph, time leaves its gleaming, snail-like track.