And we who have always thought of happiness climbing, would feel the emotion that almost startles when happiness falls.

And we who have always thought of happiness climbing, would feel the emotion that almost startles when happiness falls.

I never really separated painting and literature.

I love my sculptures, and I was lucky I had them for 50 years because no one would look at them and I really liked having them around.

I hate roses. Don't you? It's all right if you can hide them in a cutting garden, but I think a rose garden is the height of ick.

I work in waves, because I'm impatient. Because of a certain physicality, of lack of breath from standing. It has to be done and I do take liberties I wouldn't have taken before.

It's instinctive in a certain kind of painting...It's like a nervous system. It's not described, it's happening. The feeling is going on with the task. The line is the feeling, from a soft thing, a dreamy thing, to something hard, something arid, something lonely, something ending, something beginning.