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 decided to start anew, to strip away what I had been taught.

You are one of my nicest thoughts.

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

When I think of death, I only regret that I will not be able to see this beautiful country anymore unless the Indians are right and my spirit will walk here after I'm gone.

The days you work are the best days.