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 think that if you shake the tree, you ought to be around when the fruit falls to pick it up.

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.

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.

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

I am independent! I can live alone and I love to work.