I Haven't Been Everywhere, But It's On

The Unanimously Applauded, Self-congratulatory Bromides Of A Soviet Party Congress Seemed Contemptible. The Unanimity Of The Sanctimonious, Reality-concealing Rhetoric Spouted By American Officials And Media Commentators In Recent Days Seems, Well, Unworthy Of A Mature Democracy.

Real Art Has The Capacity To Make Us Nervous.

Like The Collector, The Photographer Is Animated By A Passion That, Even When It Appears To Be For The Present, Is Linked To A Sense Of The Past.

My Skull Is Crammed With Quotations.

One Can Be Serious About The Frivolous, Frivolous About The Serious.