Najbolje fotografije uvijek ostanu nesnimljene. To je u redu. Ne treba sve završiti na fotografiji. Ono što je najvažnije treba da ostane u sjećanju.

And in fact, I am a foreigner everywhere in the world: as soon as I leave my home, I step into a void.

Mi sebi rado postavljamo metafizička pitanja o svijetu, životu i čovjeku. A trebali bismo iznova i stalno pitati: zašto s tolikim naporom i mukom živimo, kad znamo da ćemo ovdje biti samo jednom i kad imamo tako kratko i neponovljivo vrijeme u ovom neopisivo lijepom svijetu?

Whenever I'm in the company of strangers and speak in a way that reveals my Slav accent, the question follows: "Where are you from?" I always reply politely. It's very important to me that I say exactly where I'm from, and explain where that place is in case the person I'm talking to has never hears of my country ("in Europe, near Italy"). I suppose that's the need in me to feel accepted for what I am.

Once, long ago, there was a world in which we called different languages "ours".

A constant discomfort derives from this--writing these sentences, or any other for that matter--I am writing an ad for the war. With that, every utterance about freedom finishes.

People quickly forget evil because they still haven't created a language to describe it so the world refuses to carry the burden, preferring to forget.

Where does our need to accelerate time come from? From impatience to arrive in the near future into which we have projected our trifling desires. Our need to slow time down would surely be natural. But why this strong desire to speed things up? Why are we always in a hurry to reach the future?