Estelle Jussim
[Writer and critic, b. 1927, New York, d. 2004, Holyoke, Massachusetts.]

 A photograph is as much an act of interpretation as it is an artifact. 

Pope John XIII
[Religious leader, b. 1881, Sotto il Monte, Italy, d. 1963, Rome.]

 God knew seventy-seven years ago that someday I would be Pope. Why couldn’t he have made me a little more photogenic? (To photographer Yousef Karsh) 

William James
[Writer, philosopher, and psychologist, b. 1842, New York, d. 1910, Chocoura, New Hampshire.]

 Whilst part of what we perceive comes through our senses from the object before us, another part (and it may be the larger part) always comes out of our own mind. 

Fredric Jameson
[Writer and theoretician, b. 1934, Cleveland, Ohio, lives in Durham, North Carolina.]

 The visual is essentially pornographic, which is to say that it has its end in rapt, mindless fascination. 

Jasper Johns
[Artist, b. 1930, Augusta, Georgia, lives in Sharon, Connecticut and the island of St. Martin.]

 A picture ought to be looked at the same way you look at a radiator. 

Jim Jarmusch
[Film director, b. 1953, Cuyahoga Falls, Ohio, lives in New York.]

 Steal from anywhere that resonates with inspiration or fuels your imagination. Devour old films, new films, music, books, paintings, photographs, poems, dreams, random conversations, architecture, bridges, street signs, trees, clouds, bodies of water, light and shadows. Select only things to steal from that speak directly to your soul. If you do this, your work (and theft) will be authentic. Authenticity is invaluable; originality is non-existent. And don’t bother concealing your thievery—celebrate it if you feel like it. In any case, always remember what Jean-Luc Godard said: “It’s not where you take things from—it’s where you take them to.” 

William Henry Jackson
[Photographer, b. 1843, Keesville, New York, d. 1942, New York.]

 Portrait photography never had any charms for me, so I sought my subjects from the house-tops, and finally from the hill-tops and about the surrounding country; the taste strengthening as my successes became greater in proportion to the failures. 

James Joyce
[Writer, b. 1882, Rathgar, Ireland, d. 1941, Zurich, Switzerland.]

 He dwelt, being a bit of an artist in his spare time, on the female form in general developmentally because, as it so happened, no later than that afternoon he had seen those Grecian statues, 1450 perfectly developed as works of art, in the National Museum. Marble could give the original, shoulders, back, all the symmetry, all the rest... Whereas no photo could because it simply wasn’t art in a word.