[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 Mirรณ's.
Peggy GuggenheimHaving plenty of time and all the museum's funds at my disposal, I put myself on a regime to buy one picture a day.
Peggy GuggenheimI don't collect anymore. Everything is so terribly expensive. I don't see anything I like anyhow.
Peggy GuggenheimI was much more interested in literature than I was in art. I just got into art by mistake.
Peggy Guggenheim