I'm frightened all the time. But I never let it stop me. Never!

I don't very much enjoy looking at paintings in general. I know too much about them. I take them apart.

I've been afraid every single day of my life, but I've gone ahead and done it anyway.

I'd been taught to paint like other people, and I thought, what's the use? I couldn't do any better than they, or even as well. I was just adding to the brushpile. So I quit.

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.

I have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.

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.