I found one had to do some work every day, even at midnight, because either you're professional or you're not.

I rarely draw what I see. I draw what I feel in my body.

It is easy now to communicate with people through abstraction, and particularly so in sculpture. Since the whole body reacts to its presence, people become themselves a living part of the whole.

The naturalness of life... the sense of community is, I think, a very important factor in an artist's life.

At no point do I wish to be in conflict with any man or masculine thought. It doesn't enter my consciousness. Art is anonymous. It's not competitive with men. It's a complementary contribution.

I am the form and I am the hollow, the thrust and the contour

[My works are] an imitation of my own past and present and of my own creative vitality as I experience them in one particular instant of my emotional and imaginative life. . .

My works are an imitation of my own past and present.

I must always have a clear image of the form of a work before I begin. Otherwise there is no impulse to create.

Halfway through any work, one is often tempted to go off on a tangent. Once you have yielded, you will be tempted to yield again and again... Finally, you would only produce something hybrid.

The sculptor must search with passionate intensity for the underlying principle of the organisation of mass and tension - the meaning of gesture and the structure of rhythm.

Don't let the fear of losing them keep you from loving them.

An idle tongue is the mother of all conflicts.

Without God, democracy will not and cannot long endure.

You have a dark heart in you, Valentine’s daughter,” he said. “You just won’t admit it. And if you want Jace, you had better accept it. Because he belongs to me now.

I grew up in a house of forthright women.

I wanted to tell her not to entertain despair like this. Despaire wasn't a guest, you didn't play its favorite music, find it a comfortable chair. Despair was the enemy." -white oleander

The life of doctrine is in application.

The man who goes on, even when it's the hardest to be the winner.

Those loves which are for the sake of a colour are not love. In the end they are a disgrace.