I envy paranoids; they actually feel people are paying attention to them.
Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an intensely mobile flux of past, present, and future.
To take a photograph is to participate in another person's mortality, vulnerability, mutability. Precisely by slicing out this moment and freezing it, all photographs testify to time's relentless melt.
The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people's reality, and eventually in one's own.
Silence remains, inescapably, a form of speech.
Intelligence is really a kind of taste: taste in ideas.
Travel becomes a strategy for accumulating photographs.
Mallarme said that everything in the world exists in order to end in a book. Today everything exists to end in a photograph.
Volume depends precisely on the writer's having been able to sit in a room every day, year after year, alone.
The truth is always something that is told, not something that is known. If there were no speaking or writing, there would be no truth about anything. There would only be what is.
What is most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.
To photograph is to confer importance.
Interpretation is the revenge of the intellectual upon art.
The only interesting answers are those that destroy the questions.
Life is not significant details, illuminated by a flash, fixed forever. Photographs are.
I don't want to express alienation. It isn't what I feel. I'm interested in various kinds of passionate engagement. All my work says be serious, be passionate, wake up.
I was not looking for my dreams to interpret my life, but rather for my life to interpret my dreams.
In the final analysis, style is art. And art is nothing more or less than various modes of stylized, dehumanized representation.
Lying is the most simple form of self-defence.
Depression is melancholy minus its charms - the animation, the fits.