There Are Things That Are Not Sayable.

People Under Seventy And Over Seven Are Very Unreliable If They Are Not Cats.

[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.

Painting Is My Vehicle Of Transit. I Don't Always Know Where I Am Going Or What It Means.

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

I've Always Had Access To Other Worlds. We All Do Because We Dream.