We'd make love. Afterwards he would take photographs of me. (On modeling for Alfred Stieglitz)

Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven't time, and to see takes time - like to have a friend takes time.

I wish people were all trees and I think I could enjoy them then.

It is really so nice here-country-busy-busy with so many different kinds of things-... I must say I feel far away in another world here-... always we go to a new place...the people have a kind of gentleness that isn't usual on the mainland.

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

I often painted fragments of things because it seemed to make my statement as well as or better than the whole could.

One day a hummingbird flew in-- It fluttered against the window til I got it down where I could reach it with an open umbrella-- --When I had it in my hand it was so small I couldn't believe I had it--but I could feel the intense life--so intense and so tiny-- ...You were like the humming bird to me... And I am rather inclined to feel that you and I know the best part of one another without spending much time together-- --It is not that I fear the knowing-- It is that I am at this moment willing to let you be what you are to me--it is beautiful and pure and very intensely alive.