You come into the world alone and you go out of the world alone yet it seems to me you are more alone while living than even going and coming.

The biggest part of painting perhaps is faith, and waiting receptively, content to go any way, not planning or forcing. The fear, though, is laziness. It is so easy to drift and finally be tossed up on the beach, derelict.

Writing is a strong easement for perplexity. My life is a map, spread out with all the rivers and hills showing.

The men resent a woman getting any honour in what they consider is essentially their field. Men painters mostly despise women painters. So I have decided to stop squirming, to throw any honour in with Canada and women.

I made myself into an envelope into which I could thrust my work deep, lick the flap, seal it from everybody.

real art is religion, a search for the beauty of God deep in all things.

I am always watching for fear of getting feeble and passé in my work. I don't want to trickle out. I want to pour till the pail is empty, the last bit going out in a gush, not in drops.