I get out my work and have a show for myself before I have it publicly. I make up my own mind about it-how good or bad or indifferent it is. After that, the critics can write what they please. I have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.

If you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it's your world for a moment.

The days you work are the best days.

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

Happiness goes like the wind, but what is interesting stays.

I took back a barrel of bones to New York. They were my symbols of the desert, but nothing more. I haven't seen enough to think of any other symbolism. The skulls were there and I could say something with them.

I am trying with all my skill to do a painting that is all woman, as well as all of me.