However much [photographs] may lie, they do so with the raw materials of truth.
Cats don't belong to people. They belong to places.
[We] make images to see clearly: then we see clearly what we have made.
Writes have an island, a center of refuge, within themselves. It is the mind's anchorage, the soul's Great Good Place.
The camera eye is the one in the middle of our forehead, combining how we see with what there is to be seen.
I prefer a taken to a made photograph.