[Writer, b. 1914, Brussels, Belgium, d. 1984, Paris, France.]
... remembering, that gloomy operation of comparing the memory with the gone reality; a frozen memory, like any photo, where nothing is missing, not even, and especially, nothingness, the true solidifier of the scene.
[Photographer, b. 1951, Lexington, Virginia, lives in Lexington.]
I believe that photographs actually rob us of our memory.
[Writer, b. 1944, Bavaria, Germany, d. 2001, East Anglia, England.]
One has the impression that something is stirring inside [photographs]—it is as if one can hear little cries of despair, gémissements de désespoir... as if the photographs themselves had a memory and were remembering us and how we, the surviving, and those who preceded us, once were.
[Writer, theorist, and critic, b. 1933, New York, d. 2004, New York.]
All photographs aspire to the condition of being memorable—that is, unforgettable.
[Photographer, b. 1957, Los Angeles, lives in New York.]
I think of my work as a kind of peeling back of the wallpaper of today to reveal the histories buried underneath.
[Writer, semiotician, and philosopher, b. 1932, Alessandria, Piedmont, Italy, d. 2016, Milan.]
You tell me these two were my parents, so now I know but it’s a memory that you’ve given me. I’ll remember the photo from now on, but not them.
[Photographer, b. 1953, New Haven, Connecticut, lives in San Francisco.]
Before I even took pictures I knew that I wanted to have them as hard copy memories.
[Writer and philosopher, b. 1920, Prague, Czechoslovakia, d. 1991, Prague.]
...there is no everyday activity which does not aspire to be photographed, filmed or videotaped. For there is a general desire to be endlessly remembered and endlessly repeatable.