Barbara Morgan
[Photographer, b. 1900, Buffalo, Kansas, d. 1992, North Tarrytown, New York.]

 Movement of contemporary life cannot be thought of without the machine. Our viewpoint is through a windshield, through reflected images on plate glass, blurred snatches through an elevator door. We watch quilted land patterns slowly shift far below our propeller blur, and the vibrating wing tip. Time is cogged, margins tightened, spirit is pressured. Pavement is a child's backyard and the moon is less familiar than a street lamp. If it takes a thief to catch a thief, the camera is the machine to catch the machine age. 

Steve McCurry
[Photographer, b. 1950, Newton Square, Pennsylvania, lives in New York.]

 If you wait, people will forget your camera and the soul will drift up into view. 

Jean François Millet
[Artist, b. 1814, Gruchy, France, d. 1875, Barbizon, France.]

 A photograph is analogous to a plaster cast taken from life, which is always inferior to a good statue. 

Wright Morris
[Writer and photographer, b. 1910, Central City, Nebraska, d. 1998, Mill Valley, California.]

 The vast number of photographers, feeding on anything visible, overgraze the landscape the way cattle overgraze their pasture. 

Douglas McCulloh
[Photographer, b. 1959, Los Angeles, lives in Los Angeles.]

 Photography seems to fix, but this is an illusion created by our short lives. A photograph is merely a note held for 200 years. 

Walter Benn Michaels
[Writer and critic, b. 1948, lives in Chicago.]

 What a [Cindy Sherman] photograph shows is an object that has been called into the world by the existence of cameras; the pose, as pose, calls attention to this fact and criticizes the world the camera has made; the camera, then, records this critique. 

André Malraux
[Writer, critic, and politician, b. 1901, Paris, d. 1975, Paris.]

 The greatest mystery is not that we have been flung at random between the profusion of the earth and the galaxy of the stars but that in this prison we can fashion images of ourselves sufficiently powerful to deny our nothingness. 

Kate Moss
[Model, b. 1974, Croydon, England, lives in St Johns Wood, England.]

 In a way, it’s like the photographer always has his vision of me. The pictures that I’m known for are not really my image, they’re always the photographer’s vision of me. I can look a hundred different ways, but what people see of me in pictures is not really my image.