I made you take time to look at what I saw and when you took time to really notice my flower, you hung all your associations with flowers on my flower and you write about my flower as if I think and see what you think and see—and I don't.

My first memory is of the brightness of light ... light all around. I was sitting among pillows on a quilt on the ground ... very large white pillows.

I believe I would rather have Stieglitz like something - anything I had done - than anyone else I know.

Sun-bleached bones were most wonderful against the blue - that blue that will always be there as it is now after all man's destruction is finished.

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

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.

A flower touches everyone's heart.