Dull winter will re-appear.
Everything is shared by everything else; there are no discontinuities.
Ideas and thoughts collide and sort themselves out in these fruitful collisions.
My photographs are not pure: they are a seething wealth of imperfection.
. . . art is images you carry. You cannot carry nature with you, but you carry images of nature. When you go out to make a picture you find you are moved by something which is in agreement with an image you already held within yourself.
The Art of Vermeer must have been there on the morning of creation.
Life itself is not the reality. We are the ones who put life into stones and pebbles.
The period without the diary remains an ordeal. Every evening I want my diary as one wants opium.
In nature, light creates the color. In the picture, color creates the light.
Christianity teaches that, contra fatalism, suffering is overwhelming; contra Buddhism, suffering is real; contra karma, suffering is often unfair; but contra secularism, suffering is meaningful. There is a purpose to it, and if faced rightly, it can drive us like a nail deep into the love of God and into more stability and spiritual power than you can imagine.
How we dress is, as far as I can tell, the only inescapably public choice that we have. People don't need to know what you eat, people don't need to know who you have sex with. But there's no escaping what you wear and the fact that you've chosen it. Even if you insist that you don't care about fashion, that's your statement. It's really one realm of life where you are forced to make your own statement.