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.

There's something about black. You feel hidden away in it.

I never knew [Alfred Stieglitz] to make a trip anywhere to photograph. His eye was in him, and he used it on anything that was nearby. Maybe that way he was always photographing himself.

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

It is really so nice here-country-busy-busy with so many different kinds of things-... I must say I feel far away in another world here-... always we go to a new place...the people have a kind of gentleness that isn't usual on the mainland.

We'd make love. Afterwards he would take photographs of me. (On modeling for Alfred Stieglitz)

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