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.

The vast number of photographers, feeding on anything visible, overgraze the landscape the way cattle overgraze their pasture.

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

When writing is good, everything is symbolic, but symbolic writing is seldom good.

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

Writes have an island, a center of refuge, within themselves. It is the mind's anchorage, the soul's Great Good Place.

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