Lying Is An Elementary Means Of Self-defense.

Can I Love Someone...and Still Think/fly? Love Is Flying, Sown, Floating. Thought Is Solitary Flight, Beating Wings.

To Read Was Precisely To Enter Another World, Which Was Not The Reader's Own, And Come Back Refreshed, Ready To Bear With Equanimity The Injustices And Frustrations Of This One. Reading Was Balm, Amusement Not Incitement.

Whatever Doesn't Kill You Leaves Scars.

I'm Only Interested In People Engaged In A Project Of Self-transformation.

The Highest Vocation Of Photography Is To Explain Man To Man.