Painting doesn't mean just describing; it's a state of spirit.

What's poetry? It's not real but maybe it's more than real. It's dreaming while you're awake.

I'd go without food if I could have a flower.

You're pretending this isn't your life. You think it's going to happen some other time. When you're dead you'll realise you were alive now.

Paper is like Joyce Carol Oates: white.

You make beauty and it disappears, I love that.

NELL. Because that's what an employer is going to have doubts about with a lady as I needn't tell you, whether she's got the guts to push through to a closing situation. They think we're too nice. They think we listen to the buyer's doubts. They think we consider his needs and his feelings.