[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 never eat meat as I think it is wrong to deprive animals of their life when they are so difficult to chew anyway.

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.

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

One has to be careful what one takes when one goes away forever.

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

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