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

Dearest - my body is simply crazy with wanting you - If you don't come tomorrow - I don't see how I can wait for you - I wonder if your body wants mine the way mine wants yours - the kisses - the hotness - the wetness - all melting together - the being held so tight that it hurts - the strangle and the struggle.

I want real things ... music that makes holes in the sky.

That nervous energy that makes people like you and I want and go after everything in the world - bump our heads on all the hard walls and scratch our hands on all the briars - but it makes living great - doesn't it - I'm glad I want everything in the world - good and bad - bitter and sweet - I want it all and a lot of it too

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

I believe I would rather have Stieglitz like something - anything I had done - than anyone else I know.

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