A flower is relatively small... Still in a way-nobody sees a flower-so I said to myself-I'll paint it big.

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.

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.

The morning is the best time, there are no people around. My pleasant disposition likes the world with nobody in it.

To create one's world in any of the arts takes courage.

I had to create an equivalent for what I felt about what I was looking at - not copy it.

I realized that were I to paint flowers small, no one would look at them because I was unknown. So I thought I'll make them big, like the huge buildings going up. People will be startled; they'll have to look at them - and they did.