[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 GuggenheimMy mother's one idea was to sacrifice her life to her children and she had done nothing else since the death of my father. We wished that she had married again instead.
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 Guggenheim