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

 A true photographer is as rare as a true poet or a true painter. 
 The only way to kill death is through photography. 
 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. 
 The runner stopped dead, lost his balance, froze in one of those violent attitudes in which the photographers petrify living reality. 
 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...