Susan Sontag

Intelligence is really a kind of taste: taste in ideas…

Interpretation is the revenge of the intellectual upon art…

Existence is no more than the precarious attainment of relevance in an intensely mobile flux…

Anything in history or nature that can be described as changing steadily can be seen…

Volume depends precisely on the writer’s having been able to sit in a room every…

I was not looking for my dreams to interpret my life, but rather for my…

The love of the famous, like all strong passions, is quite abstract. Its intensity can…