Great Portrait Photographers Are Great Mythologists.

Today There Is No Symbolic Compensation For Old Age, No Recognition Of A Specific Value: Wisdom, Perceptiveness, Experience, Vision.

It Is As If The Photograph Always Carries Its Referent With Itself, Both Affected By The Same Amorous Or Funereal Immobility, At The Very Heart Of The Moving World: They Are Glued Together, Limb By Limb, Like The Condemned Man And The Corpse In Certain Tortures; Or Even Like Those Pairs Of Fish (sharks, I Think, According To Michelet) Which Navigate In Convoy, As Though United By An Eternal Coitus.

Literature Is That Which He Can Not Read Without Pain, Without Choking On Truth.

It Must Always Be Considered As Though Spoken By A Character In A Novel

Wine Is A Part Of Society Because It Provides A Basis Not Only For A Morality But Also For An Environment; It Is An Ornament In The Slightest Ceremonials Of French Daily Life, From The Snack To The Feast, From The Conversation At The Local Caft To The Speech At A Formal Dinner.