I've been so lonely for long periods of my life that if a rat walked in I would have welcomed it.

My husband's family was terribly refined. Within their circle you could know Beethoven, but God forbid if you were Beethoven.

In the end, as you get older and older, your life is your life, and you are alone with it.

You take a painting, you have a white, virginal piece of canvas that is the world of purity, and then you put your imagery on it, and you try to bring it back to the original purity.

Another thing about creation is that every day it is like it gave birth, and it's always kind of innocent and refreshing. So it's always virginal to me, and it's always a surprise.

Character is the architect of the being.

My mother was very sympathetic. She was the one who really gave me the courage to take my freedom.