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

I often feel I am being burned at the stake just because I have always refused to give up that wonderful strange power I have inside me that becomes manifested when I am in harmonious communication with some other inspired being.

We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.

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

[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.

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

Thousands of people know my flannel knickers, and though I know this may seem flirtatious, it is not. I am a saint.