People under seventy and over seven are very unreliable if they are not cats.

You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It's not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can't even remember your name.

[At age 92:] There are places I'd like to return to. But not as I was then but as I am now. 'Cause I'm trying to understand. And I've understood nothing.

The task of the right eye is to peer into the telescope, while the left eye peers into the microscope.

Painting is my vehicle of transit. I don't always know where I am going or what it means.

Art is a magic which makes the hours melt away and even days dissolve into seconds

I've always had access to other worlds. We all do because we dream.