You are one of my nicest thoughts.

I've been afraid every single day of my life, but I've gone ahead and done it anyway.

When I found the beautiful white bones in the desert I picked them up and took them home too...I have used these things to say what is to me the wideness and wonder of the world as I live in it.

I have painted portraits that to me are almost photographic. I remember hesitating to show the paintings, they looked so real to me. But they have passed into the world as abstractions - no one seeing what they are.

A flower touches everyone's heart.

I look at my work and make up my mind about it. After that, neither flattery nor criticism matters to me.

Since I cannot sing, I paint.