Kindness, Kindness, Kindness. I Want To Make

Growing Older Is Mainly An Ordeal Of The Imagination-a Moral Disease, A Social Pathology.

Photographs Are A Way Of Imprisoning Reality, Understood As Recalcitrant, Inaccessible; Of Making It Stand Still. One Can't Possess Reality, One Can Possess (and Be Possessed By) Images — As, According To Proust, Most Ambitious Of Voluntary Prisoners, One Can't Possess The Present But One Can Possessthe Past.

Intelligence Is Really A Kind Of Taste: Taste In Ideas.

Someone Who Is Perennially Surprised That Depravity Exists, Who Continues To Feel Disillusioned (even Incredulous) When Confronted With Evidence Of What Humans Are Capable Of Inflicting In The Way Of Gruesome, Hands-on Cruelties Upon Other Humans, Has Not Reached Moral Or Psychological Adulthood.

It's Almost As If This Is The Fundamental Procedure In Modern Society: Duplication And Recycling.