There is something bigger than fact: the underlying spirit, all it stands for, the mood, the vastness, the wildness.

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 think that one's art is a growth inside one. I do not think one can explain growth. It is silent and subtle. One does not keep digging up a plant to see how it grows.

It is wonderful to feel the grandness of Canada in the raw.

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 spirit must be felt so intensely that it has power to call others in passing, for it must pass, not stop in the pictures.

You always feel when you look it straight in the eye that you could have put more into it, could have let yourself go and dug harder.