The man who walks alone is soon trailed by the F.B.I.
I prefer a taken to a made photograph.
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] make images to see clearly: then we see clearly what we have made.
The past is useless. That explains why it is past.
The camera eye is the one in the middle of our forehead, combining how we see with what there is to be seen.