Everytime I put on clothes, I’m creating a picture.

I see no reason why I should tickle stones or waste time on polishing bronze.

True strength is delicate.

I still want to do my work. I still want to do my livingness. And I have lived. I have been fulfilled. I recognized what I had, and I never sold it short. And I ain't through yet.

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.

[Good taste] is a nineteenth-century concept. And good taste has never really been defined. The effort of projecting 'good taste' is so studied that it offends me. No, I prefer to negate that. We have to put a period to so-called good taste.

No matter how individual we humans are, we are a composite of everything we are aware of. We are a mirror of our times.