The Principle Of Art Is To Pause,

In My Photographs It Is Apparent That There Was No Posing At The Moment I Released The Shutter.

[nabokov's] Language Is Made Visible . . . Like A Veil Or Transparent Curtain. You Cannot Help Seeing The Curtain As You Peek Into The Intimate Rooms Behind.

If We Reduce Social Life To The Smallest Possible Unit We Will Find That There Is No Social Life In The Company Of One.

All My Father Saw Was What He Wanted To See.

I Suppress In My Prose Any Language Which Calls Attention To Itself.