You know it's very hard to maintain a theory in the face of life that comes crashing about you.

I don't paint like a woman is supposed to paint. Thank God, art doesn't bother about things like that.

Art is two things: a search for a road and a search for freedom.

All experience is great providing you live through it. If it kills you, you've gone too far.

Whether I'm painting or not, I have this overweening interest in humanity. Even if I'm not working, I'm still analyzing people.

The minute I sat in front of a canvas I was happy. Because it was a world, and I could do what I liked in it.

Like Chekhov, I am a collector of souls... if I hadn't been an artist, I could have been a psychiatrist.

You can't leave humanity out. If you didn't have humanity, you wouldn't have anything.

Lucky for me, as old as I am, I can still change.

Cezanne said, 'I love to paint people who have grown old naturally in the country.' And I say I love to paint people who have been torn to shreds by the rat race in New York.

The place where I had freedom most was when I painted. I was completely and utterly myself.

Recipe of SUCCESS needs tons of morale, flavor of attitude and hours of patience to cook.

Life is sacred gift. There is nothing to lose, only joy.

It is a poor critic who says that a lack of effect on them implies all others are insincere in their love.

You're only young once but you can always be immature.

I was just thrilled to get the gig to begin with. Ten years later to still have it is not only thrilling but also somewhat of a puzzlement.

At the incredible pace most of us live, the arrested image becomes of maximum necessity.

Morning glory is the best name, it always refreshes me to see it.

What I'm now discovering - and I'm now in another decade - is that the older I get the more I have my self knowledge which makes me feel more sexy.

I know that some people think differently about pilots, but I really enjoyed shooting Awakening.

O, it's die we must, but it's live we can, And the marvel of earth and sun Is all for the joy of woman and man And the longing that makes them one." (Between the Dusk of a Summer Night, 13-16)