When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else. Most people in the city rush around so, they have no time to look at a flower. I want them to see it whether they want to or not.

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

I realized that I had things in my head not like what I had been taught - not like what I had seen - shapes and ideas so familiar to me that it hadn't occurred to me to put them down. I decided to stop painting, to put away everything I had done, and to start to say the things that were my own.

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.

The days you work are the best days.

I hate flowers - I paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move.

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