“Being in love means being willing to ruin yourself for the other person.”

Art is a form of consciousness.

Literature can train, and exercise, our ability to weep for those who are not us or ours.

One can never ask anyone to change a feeling.

The painter constructs, the photographer discloses.

Time exists in order that everything doesn’t happen all at once, and space exists so that it doesn’t all happen to you.

The fear of becoming old is born of the recognition that one is not living now the life that one wishes.

It hurts to love. It’s like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

Photography is an elegiac art, a twilight art. Most subjects photographed are, just by virtue of being photographed, touched with pathos.

A writer, I think, is someone who pays attention to the world.

Time eventually positions most photographs, even the most amateurish, at the level of art.

It is not the position, but the disposition.

A photograph is not only an image (as a painting is an image), an interpretation of the real; it is also a trace, something directly stenciled off the real, like a footprint or a death mask.

All my life I’ve been looking for someone intelligent to talk to.

I don’t care about someone being intelligent; any situation between people, when they are really human with each other, produces ‘intelligence.

My library is an archive of longings.

In place of a hermeneutics we need an erotics of art.

Well, I think part of my gift, or if I have one, is that I love listening.

See me for all I am and all I am not and stay.

But it’s possible to love more than one person at a time, Bella. I’ve seen it in action.

My wife heard me say I love you a thousand times, but she never once heard me say sorry.

The most beautiful parts of your body are those you had to grow again.

My heart beats for me, always has, but it waits for you.

When I’m wrong it’s never meant for you, so don’t confuse my love with what I do.

The words that appeared from my Ink where that could describe my love for you.