Freedom is too enormous to be slipped under a closet door.
Film is difficult to explain because it is easy to understand.
Photography is the mirror, more faithful than any actual mirror, in which we witness at every age, our own aging. The actual mirror accompanies us through time, thoughtfully and treacherously; it changes with us, so that we appear not to change.
The importance of immobility and silence to photographic authority, the nonfilmic nature of this authority, leads me to some remarks on the relationship of photography with death. Immobility and silence are not only two objective aspects of death, they are also its main symbols, they figure it.
The person who has been photographed, not the total person, is dead, dead for having been seen.
Photography is linked with death in many different ways. The most immediate and explicit is the social practice of keeping photographs in memory of loved beings who are no longer alive. But there is another real death which each of us undergoes every day, as each day we draw nearer to our own death. Even when the person photographed is still living, that moment when she or he was has forever vanished.
The familiar photographs that many people carry with them always obviously belong to the order of fetishes in the ordinary sense of the word.
Repentance may be old-fashioned, but it is not outdated so long as there is sin.
The universe is not harmonious: you know that by looking outside.
I'm proud of my roots. There are not many Asians in the music industry so it's important for me to tell people where I'm from.
I let it fall, my heart And as it fell, you rose to claim it, It was dark, and I was sober, Until you kissed my lips and you saved me.