One Is Either Judge Or Accused. The

In Two Weeks, Despite These Notes, I Shall No Longer Believe In What I Am Experiencing Now. One Must Leave Behind A Trace Of This Journey Which Memory Forgets. One Must, When This Is Impossible, Write Or Draw Without Responding To The Romantic Solicitations Of Pain, Without Enjoying Suffering Like Music, Tieing A Pen To One's Foot If Need Be, Helping The Doctors Who Can Learn Nothing From Laziness.

A True Photographer Is As Rare As A True Poet Or A True Painter.

Be A Mere Assistant To Your Unconscious. Do Only Half The Work. The Rest Will Do Itself.

We Must Believe In Luck. For How Else Can We Explain The Success Of Those We Don't Like?

Anything Of Any Importance Cannot Help But Be Unrecognizable, Since It Bears No Resemblance To Anything Already Known.