I decided I was a very stupid fool not to at least paint as I wanted to.

Singing has always seemed to me the most perfect means of expression.

I long ago came to the conclusion that even if I could put down accurately the thing I saw and enjoyed, it would not give the observer the kind of feeling it gave me. I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at-not copy it.

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

If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for a moment.

My first memory is of the brightness of light ... light all around. I was sitting among pillows on a quilt on the ground ... very large white pillows.

I feel there is something unexplored about woman that only a woman can explore.