Painting Is My Vehicle Of Transit. I

I Didn't Have Time To Be Anyone's Muse... I Was Too Busy Rebelling Against My Family And Learning To Be An Artist.

One Has To Be Careful What One Takes When One Goes Away Forever.

Sentimentality Is A Form Of Fatigue.

[at Age 92:] There Are Places I'd Like To Return To. But Not As I Was Then But As I Am Now. 'cause I'm Trying To Understand. And I've Understood Nothing.

Thousands Of People Know My Flannel Knickers, And Though I Know This May Seem Flirtatious, It Is Not. I Am A Saint.