“Shouting has never made me understand anything.”

I don’t write because there’s an audience. I write because there is literature.

The camera makes everyone a tourist in other people’s reality, and eventually in one’s own.

Intelligence is really a kind of taste: taste in ideas.

All understanding begins with our not accepting the world as it appears.

In ‘life,’ I don’t want to be reduced to my work. In ‘work,’ I don’t want to be reduced to my life.

Most people in this society who aren’t actively mad are, at best, reformed or potential lunatics.

Life is a movie; death is a photograph.

What is the most beautiful in virile men is something feminine; what is most beautiful in feminine women is something masculine.

To photograph is to frame, and to frame is to exclude.

In the valley of sorrow, spread your wings.

Our appreciations, it was felt, could be so much more inclusive if we said that something, instead of being beautiful, was ‘interesting’.

Travel becomes a strategy for accumulating photographs.

There is an aggression implicit in every use of the camera.

whatever doesn’t kill you leaves scars.

Attention is vitality. It connects you with others. It makes you eager. Stay eager.

The possession of a camera can inspire something akin to lust. And like all credible forms of lust, it cannot be satisfied.

No one is more arrogant toward women, more aggressive or scornful, than the man who is anxious about his virility.

An action committed in anger is an action doomed to failure.

No beast is more savage than man when possessed with power answerable to his rage.

Children raised by mothers who do not keep their children sheltered from the wrath of their fathers, end up mistrusting women.

If you think you are the only one allowed to act in anger then no-one will ever be enough-my pain matters.

Nothing is healed in anger that was made in love -take the gloves off.

Learn to manage your energy in a way that you don’t burn out.

I’ve scattered poems all across this world so that if you ever decide to wonder about an old friend you could see that despite all my anger really- I just miss you.