Through The Mythology Of Einstein, The World

The Lover's Fatal Identity Is Precisely This: I Am The One Who Waits.

Fashion Postulates An Achrony, A Time Which Does Not Exist; Here The Past Is Shameful And The Present Is Constantly "eaten Up" By The Fashion Being Heralded.

The Photographic Image... Is A Message Without A Code.

The Photographer, Like An Acrobat, Must Defy The Laws Of Probability Or Even Of Possibility; At The Limit, He Must Defy Those Of The Interesting: The Photograph Becomes Surprising When We Do Not Know Why It Has Been Taken.

I Love You Is Unsubtle. It Removes Explanations, Facilities, Degrees, Scruples.