My first memory is of the brightness of light — light all around.

I decided that if I could paint that flower in a huge scale, you could not ignore its beauty.

Art is a wicked thing. It is what we are.

My painting is what I have to give back to the world for what the world gives to me.

His letters ... have been like fine cold water when you are terribly thirsty.

Sun-bleached bones were most wonderful against the blue - that blue that will always be there as it is now after all man's destruction is finished.

You are one of my nicest thoughts.