My first memory is of light -- the brightness of light -- light all around.

I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way... things I had no words for.

I have already settled it for myself so flattery and criticism go down the same drain and I am quite free.

It's not enough to be nice in life. You've got to have nerve.

My first memory is of the brightness of light ... light all around. I was sitting among pillows on a quilt on the ground ... very large white pillows ...

Someone else's vision will never be as good as your own vision of your self. Live and die with it 'cause in the end it’s all you have. Lose it and you lose yourself and everything else. I should have listened to myself.