God told me if I painted that mountain enough, I could have it.

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.

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

I have painted portraits that to me are almost photographic. I remember hesitating to show the paintings, they looked so real to me. But they have passed into the world as abstractions - no one seeing what they are.

Nobody sees a flower really; it is so small. We haven't time, and to see takes time - like to have a friend takes time.

Singing has always seemed to me the most perfect means of expression.

I have a single track mind. I work on an idea for a long time. It's like getting acquainted with a person, and I don't get acquainted easily.