Reading has always been in the chief joy, a never-ending topic of conversation, and often a lifesaver, in my family.

The eye is complicated. It mixes the colors [it sees] for you ... The painter must unmix them and lay them on again shade by shade, and then the eye of the beholder takes over and mixes them again.

I was like many another who starts an intrigue timidly. Once into it, I had to go on, and therefore I had to harden my sensibilities.

Art should be truth; and truth, unadorned, unsentimentalized, is beauty.

Reading has always been in the chief joy, a never-ending topic of conversation, and often a lifesaver, in my family.

But Time is a great traitor who teaches us to accept loss.

And how to paint your lovely hands, fluttering over the silks like two dark birds?