Keith Arnatt
[Photographer, b. 1930, Oxford, d. 2008, Wales.]

 Making a distinction between, or opposing artists and photographers is, it strikes me, like making a distinction between, or opposing, food and sausages—surely odd. 

Nobuyoshi Araki
[Photographer, b. 1940, Tokyo, lives in Tokyo.]

 Don’t you think that it is necessary to have a sense of brutality in photography? 

Theodor Adorno
[Writer, b. 1903, Frankfurt, Germany, d. 1969, Visp, Switzerland.]

 There is something embarrassing in... the way in which, ... turning suffering into images, harsh and uncompromising though they are, ... wounds the shame we feel in the presence of the victims. For these victims are used to create something, works of art, that are thrown to the consumption of a world which destroyed them. 

Shelby Lee Adams
[Photographer, b. 1950, Hazard, Kentucky, lives in Pittsfield, Massachusetts.]

 [My] portraits are, in a way, self-portraits that represent a long autobiographical exploration of creativity, imagination, vision, repulsion and salvation. My greatest fear as a photographer is to look into the eyes of my subject and not see my own reflection. 

Anonymous
[lived or lives somewhere.]

 One photo out of focus is a mistake. Ten photos out of focus are an experimentation. One hundred photos out of focus are a style. 

Guillaume Apollinaire
[Poet and writer, b. 1880, Rome, d. 1918, Paris.]

 Your smile appeals as
might a flower.
Photograph you are the brown mushroom
in the forest
of her beauty.
The white spaces are
moonlight
in a peaceful garden
full of fountains and frenzied gardeners.
Photograph you are the smoke of the flame
of her beauty.
There are in you,
photograph, strains
of langorous music.
In you I hear
long melodies.
Photograph you are the shadow
cast by the sun
of her beauty. 

Dudley Andrew
[Writer, critic, and curator, lives in New Haven, Connecticut.]

 Everything in the photo is potentially significant, even and especially, that which has escaped the control of the photographer pointing the camera. 

Paul Almasy
[Photojournalist, b. 1906, Budapest, Hungary, d. 2003, Paris, France.]

 When I took photographs I never crouched down like a cat about to pounce on its prey. I never attacked with my camera.