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.

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.

[On amassing art for her collection:] My motto was 'Buy a picture a day' and I lived up to it.

[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.

I was a liberated woman long before there was a name for it.

If anything can rival Venice in its beauty, it must be its reflection at sunset in the Grand Canal.

I wore one of my Tanguy earrings and one made by Calder in order to show my impartiality between Surrealist and Abstract Art.

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

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

I was much more interested in literature than I was in art. I just got into art by mistake.

Scream at the mangled leather carcass lying at the foot of the stairs, and my parents would roar with laughter. "That's what you get for leaving your wallet on the kitchen table.

Innocence finds not near so much protection as guilt.

If the existence of human beings leads to nothing, what is all this comedy about?

Memory says, 'I did that.' Pride replies, 'I could not have done that.' Eventually, memory yields.

We had problems like all families but we had a lot of love. I was extremely loved. We always felt we had each other.

I'm like a one-woman protest machine.

An arresting testimony to the haunting power of friendships, THE AFTER GIRLS is a story that understands what it is to be passionate, confused, and on the brink. I loved every resonant word.

Rough boys I wanna bite and kiss you.

Deep inside, our integrity sings to us whether we are listening or not. It is a note that only we can hear. Eventually, when life makes us ready to listen, it will help us to find our way home.

It's sadness coming on like the old days, the vast seamless hopeless weight of sadness looking for a place to rest.