The Camera is a sketchbook, an instrument of intuition and spontaneity, the master of the instant which, in visual terms, questions and decides simultaneously.
The Camera is a killing chamber, which speeds up the time it claims to be conserving. like coffins exhumed and pried open, the photographs put on show what we were and what we will be again.
The Camera is a device that relieves us of the burden of memory. It surveys us like God, and it surveys for us. Yet no other God has been so cynical, for the camera records in order to forget.
A Camera is a sublimation of the gun and to photograph someone is a subliminal murder a soft murder, appropriate to a sad, frightened time.
A Camera is a predatory weapon automated, ready to spring. It is expected by popular taste to be both easy and invisible.