Paolo Pellegrin
[Photographer, b. 1964, Rome, lives in Paris.]

 You want to be more vulnerable because that’s how your photography becomes more human. In a sense you want to become a totally blank canvas so the subject or situation reflects him or itself upon you. 

Donna-Lee Phillips
[Photographer and critic, b. 1941, Winthrop Massachusetts, lives in Eureka, California.]

 Structuring information is ideological activity. 

Octavio Paz
[Poet and writer, b. 1914, Mexico City, d. 1998, Mexico City.]

 Photos:
time dangling from a verbal thread
Black mountain
white cloud,
Girl selling birds 

Platon (Platon Rivellis)
[Photographer, b. 1968, London, lives in New York.]

 When I was shooting Karl Rove, I said to him, “Mr. Rove, I’m just a guy from England trying to make it in America. Can you give me any advice?” and he said to me, “Sonny, if you’re shooting me, you’ve already made it.” 

Sigmar Polke
[Painter and photographer, b. 1941, Oels, Silesia, Germany (Now Poland), d. 2010, Cologne, Germany.]

 It’s the procedures in and for themselves that interest me. The picture isn’t really necessary. 

Irving Penn
[Photographer, b. 1917, Plainfield, New Jersey, d. 2009, New York.]

 I myself have always stood in the awe of the camera. I recognize it for the instrument it is, part Stradivarius, part scalpel. 

Richard Prince
[Artist, b. 1949, Panama Canal Zone, lives in New York.]

 ... maybe re-photographing a picture is like fucking a picture. There is something sexual about standing behind a camera and staring at another picture. It’s hard to explain. It’s like you’ve captured it. Even before you’ve taken it. Before you press the shutter. 

Harold Pinter
[Playwright, b. 1930, London, d. 2008, London.]

 I might even show you my photograph album. You might even see a face in it which might remind you of your own, of what you once were. You might see faces of others, in shadow, or cheeks of others turning, or jaws, or backs of necks, or eyes, dark under hats, which might remind you of others, whom you once knew, whom you thought long dead, but from whom you will still receive a sidelong glance.