Bows and flows of angel hair and ice cream castles in the air and feather canyons everywhere, I've looked at clouds that way.

I'm irresponsible to my career in order to paint. Because painting is obsessive. I forget to eat. I forget to sleep.

My husband had an education. He had a degree in Literature. I married into a camp of literary types.

I learned a woman is never an old woman.

Innocence is drowned in anarchy. The best lack conviction given time to think, and the worst are full of passion without mercy.

I get the same charge from juxtaposition of colors as I do from juxtaposition of chords.

I could drink a case of you.