I Have No Friends, There Are Only

Photography Intervenes In A Very Strange Way. It Makes The Streets, Gates, Squares Of The City Into Illustrations Of A Trashy Novel, Draws Off The Banal Obviousness Of This Ancient Architecture To Inject It With The Most Pristine Intensity.

Reality Is The Apparent Absence Of Contradiction. The Marvelous Is The Eruption Of Contradiction Within The Real.

Love Is Made By Two People, In Different Kinds Of Solitude. It Can Be In A Crowd, But In An Oblivious Crowd.

Of All Possible Sexual Perversions, Religion Is The Only One To Have Ever Been Scientifically Systematized.

Language Was Not Given To Man: He Seized It.