I Never Knew What I Was Doing

There Is No Progress In Art, Any More Than There Is Progress In Making Love.

Reality Is Fabricated Out Of Desire.

Is Photography An Art? There Is No Point In Trying To Find Out If It Is An Art. Art Is Old-fashioned. We Need Something Else.

I Like Contradictions. We Have Never Attained The Infinite Variety And Contradictions That Exist In Nature. Tomorrow I Shall Contradict Myself. That Is The One Way I Have Of Asserting My Liberty, The Real Liberty One Does Not Find As A Member Of Society.

I Never Knew What I Was Doing Until I Was Done.