I Am Going To Put

There's A Place Beyond Words Where Experience First Occurs To Which I Always Want To Return. I Suspect That Whenever I Articulate My Thoughts Or Translate My Impulses Into Words, I Am Betraying The Real Thoughts And Impulses Which Remain Hidden.

I Always Have A Sense Of Trembling, But So Does A Compass, After All.

Photography Was The First Foreign Language Of My Artistic Expression.

The Planned Sit-down Reception Is An Artificial Forum Where One Is Presented With A Limited Number Of Persons With Whom He Can Hold A Conversation.

Gatherings And, Simultaneously, Loneliness Are The Conditions Of A Writer's Life.