Souls have neither Sex nor Colour.

Is a currency worth anything if no one wants it? We used to buy shoes in Italy. Remember?

Friends love misery... our misery is what endears us to our friends.

Any system was a straightjacket if you insisted on adhering to it so totally and humorlessly.

I remember everything but forgive anyway.

All my forebears worked for a living. My grandfather painted portraits. My mother too. My aunt painted seascapes.

Perhaps all artists were, in a sense, housewives: tenders of the earth household.