The Lover's Fatal Identity Is Precisely This:

In An Initial Period, Photography, In Order To Surprise, Photographs The Notable; But Soon, By A Familiar Reversal, It Decrees Notable Whatever It Photographs. The 'anything Whatever' Then Becomes The Sophisticated Acme Of Value.

The Lover's Fatal Identity Is Precisely This: I Am The One Who Waits.

Architecture Is Always Dream And Function, Expression Of A Utopia And Instrument Of A Convenience.

The Winter Photograph Was My Ariadne, Not Because It Would Help Me Discover A Secret Thing (monster Or Treasure), But Because It Would Tell Me What Constituted That Thread Which Drew Me Toward Photography. I Had Understood That Henceforth I Must Interrogate The Evidence Of Photography, Not From The Viewpoint Of Pleasure, But In Relation To What We Romantically Call Love And Death.

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