Why do people so love to wander? I think the civilized parts of the world will suffice for me in the future.

Sometimes it made him [Degas] furious that he could not find a chink in my armor, and there would be months when we just could not see each other, and then something I painted would bring us together again.

I used to go and flatten my nose against that window and absorb all I could of his art. It changed my life. I saw art then as I wanted to see it.

I have touched with a sense of art some people-they felt the love and the life. Can you offer me anything to compare to that joy for an artist?

Acceptance, under someone else's terms, is worse than rejection.

If painting is no longer needed, it seems a pity that some of us are born into the world with such a passion for line and color.

It changed my life. I saw art then as I wanted to see it.