The past grows gradually around one, like a placenta for dying. – John Berger
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. – John Berger
What makes photography a strange invention is that its primary raw materials are light and time. – John Berger
A peasant becomes fond of his pig and is glad to salt away its pork. What is significant, and is so difficult for the urban stranger to understand, is that the two statements are connected by an and and not by a but. – John Berger