“It never pays to walk blindly. Especially not in your own castle where familiarity hides so much - even when we have the eyes to see.”

“But I never looked like that!’ - How do you know? What is the ‘you’ you might or might not look like? Where do you find it - by which morphological or expressive calibration? Where is your authentic body? You are the only one who can never see yourself except as an image; you never see your eyes unless they are dulled by the gaze they rest upon the mirror or the lens (I am interested in seeing my eyes only when they look at you): even and especially for your own body, you are condemned to the repertoire of its images.”

“You're so calm and quiet, you never say. But there are things inside you. I see them sometimes, hiding in your eyes.”

“I walked 500 miles just to see a halo, when I opened my eyes I was blind as can be.”

“In the country, especially, there are such a lot of entertaining things. I can walk over everybody's land, and look at everybody's view, and dabble in everybody's brook; and enjoy it just as much as though I owned the land--and with no taxes to pay!”

“We become so used to the familiar that we begin to doubt the unfamiliar, until our eyes are opened and we see.”