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

One can't paint New York as it is, but rather as it is felt.

It was all so far away - there was quiet and an untouched feel to the country and I could work as I pleased.

That nervous energy that makes people like you and I want and go after everything in the world - bump our heads on all the hard walls and scratch our hands on all the briars - but it makes living great - doesn't it - I'm glad I want everything in the world - good and bad - bitter and sweet - I want it all and a lot of it too

I don't know what Art is but I know some things it isn't when I see them.

I've been absolutely terrified every moment of my life - and I've never let it keep me from doing a single thing I wanted to do.

I look at my work and make up my mind about it. After that, neither flattery nor criticism matters to me.