Theodor Adorno
[Writer, b. 1903, Frankfurt, Germany, d. 1969, Visp, Switzerland.]

 The objective tendency of the Enlightenment, to wipe out the power of images over man, is not matched by any subjective progress on the part of enlightened thinking towards freedom from images. 

Diane Arbus
[Photographer, b. 1923, New York, d. 1971, New York.]

 The photograph is a secret about a secret, the more it tells you the less you know. 

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

 Now that I am approaching old age—that is to say, seventy years old—and have neither heir nor successor, I am worried and tormented about the future of this beautiful collection of negatives, which could fall into hands unaware of its import and ultimately disappear, without benefiting anyone. (1920) 

Guillaume Apollinaire
[Poet and writer, b. 1880, Rome, d. 1918, Paris.]

 Your smile appeals as
might a flower.
Photograph you are the brown mushroom
in the forest
of her beauty.
The white spaces are
moonlight
in a peaceful garden
full of fountains and frenzied gardeners.
Photograph you are the smoke of the flame
of her beauty.
There are in you,
photograph, strains
of langorous music.
In you I hear
long melodies.
Photograph you are the shadow
cast by the sun
of her beauty. 

Amy Arbus
[Photographer, b. 1954, New York, lives in New York.]

 My mother’s work has been an enormous influence on me, but not literally. By that I mean, my photographs don’t look like hers. That makes it difficult to compare them. What they do share is an emotional intensity. 

James Agee
[Writer, b. 1909, Knoxville, Tennessee, d. 1955, New York.]

 The camera is just a machine, which records with impressive and as a rule very cruel faithfulness. 

Slim Aarons
[Photographer, b. 1916, New York, d. 2006, Montrose, New York.]

 The only beach I was interested in landing on was one decorated with beautiful seminude girls tanning in a tranquil sun. (On declining a photojournalism offer to cover the Korean War) 

Rosanna Arquette
[Actress, b. 1959, New York, lives in Hollywood.]

 I was in Florida with Bert Stern, the photographer who shot Marilyn Monroe on the beach with a sweater, and we smoked a joint. The bathing suit kept coming off in the water, and I just ripped it off.