“Du kartu gyvenime žmonės tampa neatskiriamai panašūs. Prieš mirtį senatvėje ir ką tik užgimę.”

“Nusispjauti, kas ką šneka. Nebus kada ir gyventi, kai visų klausysies.”

“Ir todėl iš visų jėgų stengiasi gyventi: mylėti taip, kaip dar niekas iki jų nemylėjo, tikėti taip, kaip dar niekas iki jų netikėjo, norėti taip, kaip dar niekas iki jų nenorėjo, ir galiausiai perkelti tai, kas dar niekada nebuvo perkelta.”

“It's about people who still are unaware. Therefore they strive to live by all means: love like no one before them loved, believe like no one ever believed, desire like no one else ever desired...”

“Mestre. Say the word without hissing the conurbated villain, and pitying its citizens. As quickly as they can, two million tourists pass through, or by, Mestre each year, and each one will be struck by the same thought as they wonder at the aesthetic opposition that it represents. Mestre is an ugly town but ugly only in the same way that Michael Jackson might be desccribed as eccentric or a Tabasco Vindaloo flambéed in rocket fuel might be described as warm. Mestre is almost excremental in its hideousness: a fetid, fly-blown, festering, industrial urbanization, scarred with varicose motorways, flyovers, rusting railway sidings and the rubbish of a billion holidaymakers gradually burning, spewing thick black clouds into the Mediterranean sky. A town with apparently no centre, a utilitarian ever-expandable wasteland adapted to house the displaced poor, the shorebound, outpriced, domicile-deprived exiles from its neighbouring city. For, just beyond the condom- and polystyrene-washed, black-stained, mud shores of Marghera, Mestre's very own oil refinery, less than a mile away across the waters of the lagoon in full sight of its own dispossessed citizens, is the Jewel of Adriatic. Close enough for all to feel the magnetism, there stands the most beautiful icon of Renaissance glory and, like so much that can attract tourism, a place too lovely to be left in the hands of its natives, the Serenissima itself, Venice.”

“Sakei, kad Kristus ir fotografas panašūs – tik stebi žmones, bet negali jų pakeisti, jiems padėti.”

“Kuo jaunesnis yra žmogus, kuo platesnė ir įvairesnė prieš jį turėtų plytėti ateitis, tuo mažiau prasmės jis regi savo gyvenime.”