All my life I've pursued the perfect red.

I sincerely believe that energy grows from itself and the more energy you expand the more you create within yourself.

I was always sort of a loner, I suppose. I always had to think out everything for myself... I suppose that is what you call a loner.

There's only one very good life and that's the life you know you want and you make it yourself.

All my life I’ve pursued the perfect red. I can never get painters to mix it for me. It’s exactly as if I’d said, ‘I want rococo with a spot of Gothic in it and a bit of Buddhist temple’—they have no idea what I’m talking about. About the best red is to copy the color of a child’s cap in any Renaissance portrait.

Poor, darling fellow - he died of food. He was killed by the dinner table.

Why don't you have a room done up in every color green? This will take months, years, to collect, but it will be delightful-a melange of plants, green glass, green porcelains, and furniture covered in sad greens, gay greens, clear, faded, and poison greens?