Richard Avedon
[Photographer, b. 1923, New York, d. 2004, San Antonio, Texas.]

 Sometimes I think all my pictures are just pictures of me. My concern is, how would you say, well, the human predicament; only what I consider the human predicament may simply be my own. 

Hannah Arendt
[Writer and political philosopher, b. 1906, Linden, Germany, d. 1975, New York.]

 Lacking the truth, [we] will however finds instants of truth, and these instants are in fact all we have available to us to give some order to this chaos of horror. 

Eugène Atget
[Photographer, b. 1857, Paris, France, d. 1927, Paris.]

 For more than twenty years by my own work and personal initiative, I have gathered from all the old streets of Vieux Paris photographic plates, 18 x 24 format, artistic documents of the beautiful civil architecture of the 16th to the 19th century: the old hôtels, historic or curious houses, beautiful facades, beautiful doors, beautiful woodwork, door knockers, old fountains... This vast artistic and documentary collection is today complete. I can truthfully say that I possess all of Vieux Paris. 

Dudley Andrew
[Writer, critic, and curator, lives in New Haven, Connecticut.]

 Everything in the photo is potentially significant, even and especially, that which has escaped the control of the photographer pointing the camera. 

Anonymous
[lived or lives somewhere.]

 One photo out of focus is a mistake. Ten photos out of focus are an experimentation. One hundred photos out of focus are a style. 

Carl Andre
[Sculptor and writer, b. 1935, Quincy, Massachusetts, lives in New York.]

 I’m afraid we get a great deal of our exposure to art through magazines and through slides and I think this is dreadful, this is anti-art because art is direct experience with something in the world and photography is just a rumor, a kind of pornography of art. 

Jean Arp
[Artist, b. 1886, Strasbourg, Strasbourg, Alsace-Lorraine, d. 1966, Basel, Switzerland.]

 the earth is not a fresh air resort and the idyllic prospectuses of the earth tell lies. nature does not run along the little thread on which reason would like to see it run. the light of day is beautiful but poisonous... 

Brooks Atkinson
[Writer and critic, b. 1894, Melrose, Massachusetts, d. 1984, New York.]

 The virtue of the camera is not the power it has to transform the photographer into an artist, but the impulse it gives him to keep on looking.