Where I was born and where and how I have lived is unimportant. It is what I have done with where I have been that should be of interest.

I have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.

There's something about black. You feel hidden away in it.

My first memory is of the brightness of light — light all around.

The abstraction is often the most definite form for the intangible thing in myself that I can clarify in paint.

I believe an artist is the last person in the world who can afford to be affected.

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.