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.

Peace was the one thing that Max (Ernst) needed in order to paint, and love was the one thing I needed in order to live. As neither of us gave the other what he most desired, our union was doomed to failure.

I took advice from none but the best. I listened, how I listened! That's how I finally became my own expert.

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

I personally always hated Pop art.

It is always assumed that Venice is the ideal place for a honeymoon. This is a grave error. To live in Venice or even to visit it means that you fall in love with the city itself. There is nothing left over in your heart for anyone else.