We all have appointments with the past..

Physicists now say there is no such thing as time: everything co-exists. Chronology is entirely artificial and essentially determined by emotion. Con….

We take almost all the decisive steps in our lives as a result of slight inner adjustments of which we are barely conscious..

In my photographic work I was always especially entranced... by the moment when the shadows of reality, so to speak, emerge out of nothing on the exp….

Men and animals regard each other across a gulf of mutual incomprehension..

How far, in any case, must one go back to find the beginning?.

We learn from history as much as a rabbit learns from an experiment that's performed upon it..

One has the impression that something is stirring inside [photographs] - it is as if one can hear little cries of despair, gémissements de désespoir.….

The more images I gathered from the past, I said, the more unlikely it seemed to me that the past had actually happened in this or that way, for noth….

Time, that most abstract of humanity's homes..

I feel more and more as if time did not exist at all... only various spaces interlocking according to the rules of a higher form of stereometry[the g….

By all means be experimental, but let the reader be part of the experiment.

How happily, said Austerlitz, have I sat over a book in the deepening twilight until I could no longer make out the words and my mind began to wander….

I suppose it is submerged realities that give to dreams their curious air of hyper-reality. But perhaps there is something else as well, something ne….

The moral backbone of literature is about that whole question of memory. To my mind it seems clear that those who have no memory have the much greate….

I believe that the black-and-white photograph, or rather the gray zones in the black-and-white photograph, stand for this territory that is located b….

Human civilization has been no more than a strange luminescence growing more intense by the hour, of which no one can say when it will begin to wane ….

Everything our civilization has produced is entombed..

At the most we gaze at it in wonder, a kind of wonder which in itself is a form of dawning horror, for somehow we know by instinct that outsize build….

No matter whether one is flying over Newfoundland or the sea of lights that stretches from Boston to Philadelphia after nightfall, over the Arabian d….

Perhaps we all lose our sense of reality to the precise degree to which we are engrossed in our own work, and perhaps that is why we see in the incre….