I personally always hated Pop art.

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.

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

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.

[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.