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

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

[On amassing art for her collection:] My motto was 'Buy a picture a day' and I lived up to it.

I personally always hated Pop art.

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

[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.

If anything can rival Venice in its beauty, it must be its reflection at sunset in the Grand Canal.