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

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

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.

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.

I thought it would be nice to marry Virgil [Thomson] to have a musical background, but I never got far with the project.

To go out in a gondola at night is to reconstruct in one's imagination the true Venice, the Venice of the past alive with romance, elopements, abductions, revenged passions, intrigues, adulteries, denouncements, unaccountable deaths, gambling, lute playing and singing.

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