I often lay on that bench looking up into the tree, past the trunk and up into the branches. It was particularly fine at night with the stars above the tree.

It always seems to me that so few people live - they just seem to exist and I don't see any reason why we shouldn't live always - til we die physically.

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

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

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 know I am unreasonable about people but there are so many wonderful people whom I can't take the time to know.