Imagination makes you see all sorts of things.
It seems to be my mission in life to wait on a dog.
His letters ... have been like fine cold water when you are terribly thirsty.
My painting is what I have to give back to the world for what the world gives to me.
It was in the 1920s, when nobody had time to reflect, that I saw a still-life painting with a flower that was perfectly exquisite, but so small you really could not appreciate it.
Art is a wicked thing. It is what we are.