Every artist makes herself born. You must bring the artist into the world yourself.

No nation has ever produced great art that has not made a high art of cookery, because art appeals primarily to the senses.

Miracles surround us at every turn if we but sharpen our perceptions of them.

I wanted to walk straight on through the red grass and over the edge of the world, which could not be very far away. The light and air abot me told me that the world ended here: only the ground and sun and sky were left, and if one went a little farther there would only be sun and sky, and one would float off into them, like the tawny hawks which sailed over our heads making slow shadows on the grass.

Human relationships are the tragic necessity of human life; that they can never be wholly satisfactory, that every ego is half the time greedily seeking them, and half the time pulling away from them.

Art, it seems to me, should simplify.

Our tree became the talking tree of the fairy tale; legends and stories nestled like birds in its branches.