Style is a way of talking about yourself.

Having one perfect thing was less important than having a range of ideas, realizing they were all taking you in a certain direction.

I couldn't sit down and write a novel or a short story - even now - because of my dyslexia. But I learned narration through movies.

After the war, photography came alive, in part because everybody started to use the 35mm camera, and worked on the street instead of in a studio, and that made an enormous difference in not only how photographs looked, but what they were about.

New York was big enough and wide enough that it allowed for reasonably eccentric people like me to thrive. It was a perfect place for me.

All my life I've felt like somebody's wife, or somebody's mother or somebody's daughter. Even all the time we were together, I never knew who I was. And that's why I had to go away. And in California, I think I found myself.

Style lasts forever and taste doesn't.