In My Photographs It Is Apparent That

I Suppress In My Prose Any Language Which Calls Attention To Itself.

[nabokov's] Language Is Made Visible . . . Like A Veil Or Transparent Curtain. You Cannot Help Seeing The Curtain As You Peek Into The Intimate Rooms Behind.

Persons Who Have Been Homeless Carry Within Them A Certain Philosophy Of Life Which Makes Them Apprehensive About Ownership.

A Trait Which Differentiated New York From European Cities Was The Incredible Freedom And Ease In Which Life, Including Sexual Life, Could Be Carried On, On Many Levels.

The Principle Of Art Is To Pause, Not Bypass.