[Critic and writer, b. 1943, New York, lives in New York.]
The past is always with us, in the form of our photographs, which we feel as we might a rosary, wearing them smooth with the fingering of our eyes.
[Photographer, b. 1938, Biskovice, Moravia, Czechoslovakia, lives in Paris.]
If I am dissatisfied, it’s simply because good photos are few and far between. A good photo is a miracle.
[Photographer, b. 1942, Jaipur, Punjab, India, d. 1999, New York.]
Photography, to me, is the dewdrop that reflects my inner and outer worlds simultaneously.
[Photographer, b. 1912, Gentilly, Val-de-Marne, France, d. 1994, Montrouge, France.]
You know, they always say that the photographer is “a hunter of images.” That is a flattering image, the idea of a hunter, it’s virile, acquired power. Actually though, it isn’t that. We are really fishermen with hooks and lines.
[Philosopher and writer, b. 1863, Madrid, Spain, d. 1952, Rome, Italy.]
To complain of a photograph for being literal and merciless, is like complaining of a good memory that will not suffer you to forget your sins. (1912)
[Photographer and painter, b. 1908, Chanteloup, France, d. 2004, Paris.]
I’m not responsible for my photographs. Photography is not documentary, but intuition, a poetic experience. It’s drowning yourself, dissolving yourself and then sniff, sniff, sniff—being sensitive to coincidence. You can’t go looking for it; you can’t want it, or you won’t get it. First you must lose your self. Then it happens.
[Writer, b. 1909, Knoxville, Tennessee, d. 1955, New York.]
Walker [Evans] setting up the terrible structure of the tripod crested by the black square heavy head, dangerous as that of a hunchback, of the camera; stooping beneath cloak and cloud of wicked cloth, and twisting buttons; a witchcraft preparing, colder than keenest ice, and incalculably cruel. (On Walker Evans photographing three tenant farmer families in Hale County, Alabama, 1936)
Robert Capa (Endre Ernő Friedmann)
[Photographer, b. 1913, Budapest, Hungary, d. 1954, Thai Binh, Vietnam.]
The war is like an actress who is getting old. It’s less and less photogenic and more and more dangerous. (1944)