I personally always hated Pop art.

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

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.

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

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.

[On Venice:] Every hour of the day is a miracle of light. In summer with daybreak the rising sun produces such a tender magic on the water that it nearly breaks one's heart.

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.