A writer, I think, is someone who pays attention to the world.
Being in love means being willing to ruin yourself for the other person.
The truth is balance. However the opposite of truth, which is unbalance, may not be a lie.
The ideology of capitalism makes us all into connoisseurs of liberty – of the indefinite expansion of possibility.
My library is an archive of longings.
Today everything exists to end in a photograph.
What we need is to use what we have.
Books are funny little portable pieces of thought.
Authoritarian political ideologies have a vested interest in promoting fear, a sense of the imminence of takeover by aliens and real diseases are useful material.
To photograph is to confer importance.
Science fiction films are not about science. They are about disaster, which is one of the oldest subjects of art.
As objects of contemplation, images of the atrocious can answer to several different needs. To steel oneself against weakness. To make oneself more numb. To acknowledge the existence of the incorrigible.
I envy paranoids; they actually feel people are paying attention to them.
I want to be able to be alone, to find it nourishing – not just a waiting.
Interpretation is the revenge of the intellectual upon art.
Attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. Stay eager.
The easiest thing in the world for me is to pay attention.
Writing is a little door. Some fantasies, like big pieces of furniture, won’t come through.
All great art contains at its center contemplation, a dynamic contemplation.
In place of a hermeneutics we need an erotics of art.