A photograph comes into being, as it is seen, all at once.

Is it the obligation of great art to be continually interesting? I think not.

Bleak factory buildings and billboard-cluttered avenues look as beautiful, through the camera's eye, as churches and pastoral landscapes.

When comedy fails, seriousness begins to leak back in.

Interpretation, based on the highly dubious theory that a work of art is composed of items of content, violates art. It makes art into an article for use, for arrangement into a mental scheme of categories.

In a culture whose already classical dilemma is the hypertrophy of the intellect at the expense of energy and sensual capability, interpretation is the revenge of the intellect upon art.

Everyone who is born holds dual citizenship, in the kingdom of the well and in the kingdom of the sick.

The creative phase of an idea coincides with the period during which it insists, cantankerously, on its boundaries, on what makes it different; but an idea becomes false and impotent when it seeks reconciliation, at cut-rate prices, with other ideas.

Literature usually begets literature.

Perversity is the muse of modern literature.