Jean Cocteau
[Writer, poet, artist, and filmmaker, b. 1889, Maisons-Lafitte, France, d. 1963, Milly-la-Foret, France.]

 The only way to kill death is through photography. 
 A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter. 
 How our old friend [Michelangelo] of the Sistine would have loved to photograph his workers, perched on the fragile planks. Dali was right to say Leonardo only worked from photographs. 
 Nothing is more intriguing than a still photograph in the middle of a motion picture... Just as an accident is a cry changed into silence and not a silence after a cry, photography is speed rendered motionless... 
 The runner stopped dead, lost his balance, froze in one of those violent attitudes in which the photographers petrify living reality.