[When asked how many husbands she had had:] My own, or other people's?

Having plenty of time and all the museum's funds at my disposal, I put myself on a regime to buy one picture a day.

[On John Tunnard:] One day a marvelous man in a highly elaborate tweed coat walked into the gallery. He looked a little like Groucho Marx. He was as animated as a jazz-band leader, which he turned out to be. He showed us his gouaches, which were as musical as Kandinsky's, as delicate as Klee's, and as gay as Miró's.

I was much more interested in literature than I was in art. I just got into art by mistake.

I don't collect anymore. Everything is so terribly expensive. I don't see anything I like anyhow.

Venice is not only a city of fantasy and freedom. It is also a city of joy and pleasure.

I personally always hated Pop art.