"If you can't make a great photograph of a mundane subject, at least make a mundane photograph of a great subject!" - Anonymous

"I work by impulse. No philosophy. No ideas. Not by the head but by the eyes, eventually inspiration comes" -Manual Alvarez Bravo.

"Digital technology means we have more and more people taking photos and fewer and fewer photographers." Jean-Francois Leroy

I am always mentally photographing everything as practice. - Minor White

"There are lots of photographers in the world, and some of them are artists. There are you and I, who in the presumption of the moment switch our cellphone from ear to eye to defy the ephemerality of telephony and freeze what is right in front of us; there are you and I who go a step further and sit dreaming with our Leica, dreaming of being a photographer like the photographers... whatever in the world that is. And then there are the photographers --- some of whom are artists." - Poul Erik Tojner

"Anything that excites me for any reason, I will photograph; not searching for unusual subject matter, but making the commonplace unusual." Edward Weston

"I have no idea what I'm doin'. I've never seen me." - Mose Allison

"Why not be silent?” - Willaim Eggleston

"Slow down and enjoy life. It's not only the scenery you miss by going to
fast - you also miss the sense of where you are going and why."
- Eddie Cantor

Here's a link to one to a great photographer, one of my favorites - Keith Carter. Take a look at the link the "archives". He is the master of selective focus.

http://www.keithcarterphotographs.com/images.html

Masters Of Photography -

http://photography-now.net/international_photography_index/

"I wish I could find an event that meant as much as simple seeing." Theodore Roethke

"Your photography is a record of your living." Paul Strand.

I found a pretty cool website with some great camera porn...take a peek.

http://tokyocamerastyle.com/

"It is always the instantaneous reaction to oneself that produces a photograph." Robert Frank

"I always say that I don't want to be sentimental, that the photographs shouldn't be sentimental, and yet, I am conscious of my sentimentality." Robert Frank

"...the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes 'Awww!" Jack Kerouac from On The Road

"My witness is the empty sky." Jack Kerouac

"Many ,many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now . Happily some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them-if you want to . Just as someday if you have something to offer , someone will learn something from you . And it isn't education . It's history . It's poetry." J.D.Salinger

"I was a man who thrived on solitude; without it I was like another man without food or water. Each day without solitude weakened me. I took no pride in my solitude; but I was dependent on it. The darkness of the room was like sunlight to me." Charles Bukowski

My photographic style is bit like Bukowski's when he said - "I do not believe in writing a short story unless it crawls out of the walls. I watch the walls daily but very little happens." I look, I walk and hopefulluy my short story "crawls out of a wall.."

"Every good painter paints what he is." Jackson Pollock

"Our battered suitcases were were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life."- Jack Kerouac, On the Road

"I woke up and the sky was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of them all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creek of the old wood in the hotel, the footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the high cracked ceiling and reall didn't know who I was for about fifteen seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that's why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon." Jack Kerouac from On The Road