Here I Am Trying To Live, Or

Man Seeks To Escape Himself In Myth, And Does So By Any Means At His Disposal. Drugs, Alcohol, Or Lies. Unable To Withdraw Into Himself, He Disguises Himself. Lies And Inaccuracy Give Him A Few Moments Of Comfort.

There Are Truths Which One Can Only Say After Having Won The Right To Say Them.

Nothing Is More Intriguing Than A Still Photograph In The Middle Of A Motion Picture... Just As An Accident Is A Cry Changed Into Silence And Not A Silence After A Cry, Photography Is Speed Rendered Motionless.

I Succeeded In Bewitching A Fair Number And In Being Intoxicated With My Mistakes.

A Picture Is Not A Window...an Abstract Refers To No Reality But Its Own.