Emigration, forced or chosen, across national frontiers or from village to metropolis, is the quintessential experience of our time.

The human imagination... has great difficulty in living strictly within the confines of a materialist practice or philosophy. It dreams, like a dog in its basket, of hares in the open.

What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time.

Ours is the century of enforced travel of disappearances. The century of people helplessly seeing others, who were close to them, disappear over the horizon.