If photography is to be likened to perception, this is not because the former is a natural process but because the latter is also coded.
You tell me these two were my parents, so now I know but it’s a memory that you’ve given me. I’ll remember the photo from now on, but not them.
I consider always the adult life to be the continuous retrieval of childhood.
The more things you know, or pretend to know, the more powerful you are. It doesn’t matter if the things are true. What counts, remember, is to possess a secret.
A secret is powerful when it is empty.
You are always born under the wrong sign, and to live in this world properly you have to rewrite your own horoscope day by day.
Listening doesn’t mean trying to understand. Anything, however trifling, may be of use one day. What matters is to know something that others don’t know you know.
The light in her eyes was beyond description, yet it did not instill improper thoughts: it inspired a love tempered by awe, purifying the hearts it inflamed.
We live for books. A sweet mission in this world dominated by disorder and decay.
Yesterday’s rose endures in its name, we hold empty names.
Is it possible to say “It was a beautiful morning at the end of November” without feeling like Snoopy?
Nothing is more fleeting than external form, which withers and alters like the flowers of the field at the appearance of autumn.
Whenever a poet or preacher, chief or wizard spouts gibberish, the human race spends centuries deciphering the message.
The Art of the Romance, though warning us that it is providing fictions, opens a door into the Palace of Absurdity, and when we have lightly stepped inside, slams it shut behind us.
He had prepared his death much earlier, in his imagination, unaware that his imagination, more creative than he, was planning the reality of that death.
American coffee can be a pale solution served at a temperature of 100oC.
There are two kinds of friendship: one is genuine affection, the other is inability to refuse.
The ideology of this America wants to establish reassurance through Imitation. But profit defeats ideology, because the consumers want to be thrilled not only by the guarantee of the Good but also by the shudder of the Bad.
If two things don’t fit, but you believe both of them, thinking that somewhere, hidden, there must be a third thing that connects them, that’s credulity.
In the construction of Immortal Fame you need first of all a cosmic shamelessness.