Dieter Appelt
[Photographer and artist, b. 1935, Niemegk, Germany, lives in Berlin.]

 White is the color of decomposition. White is also no color. White is nothing. In photography, the paper is white, next comes the light, which is also white, then the shadow is created, the apparition. 

Doug Aitken
[Artist, b. 1968, Redondo Beach, California, lives in Los Angeles.]

 I am fascinated by the indecisive moment and the peripheral view. 

Margaret Atwood
[Writer, b. 1939, Ottawa, Canada, lives in Toronto.]

 Old lovers go the way of old photographs, bleaching out gradually as in a slow bath of acid: first the moles and pimples, then the shadings. Then the faces themselves, until nothing remains but the general outlines. 

Sam Abell
[Photographer, b. 1945, Sylvania, Ohio, lives in Charlottesville, Virginia.]

 Photography, alone of the arts, seems perfected to serve the desire humans have for a moment—this very moment—to stay. 

Ansel Adams
[Photographer, b. 1902, San Francisco, d. 1984, Carmel, California.]

 I expect to retire to a fine-grained heaven where the temperatures are always consistent, where the images slide before ones eyes in a continual cascade of form and meaning. 

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. 

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... 

Robert Adams
[Photographer and writer, b. 1937, Orange, New Jersey, lives in Astoria, Oregon.]

 With a camera, one has to love individual cases.