If it were not for art, I would have killed myself a long time ago.

My life is a dot lost among thousands of other dots.

Become one with eternity. Become part of your environment. Take off your clothes. Forget yourself. Make love. Self-destruction is the only way to peace.

I am just another dot in the world

Polka dots can't stay alone. When we obliterate nature and our bodies with polka dots we become part of the unity of our environments.

Every time I have had a problem, I have confronted it with the ax of art.

I wanted to start a revolution, using art to build the sort of society I myself envisioned.

I, Kusama, am the modern Alice in Wonderland.

I think I will be able to, in the end, rise above the clouds and climb the stairs to Heaven, and I will look down on my beautiful life.

It is my wish to leave a message to the whole world from the universe, a message of love and peace to the people of the world.

I have a flood of ideas in my mind. I just follow my vision.

Follow both: the call of the mountain of enlightenment and the temptation of the valley of experience. No mountain without valley, no valley without mountain.

Mind over matter represents the triumph of will over physical hindrance. Our thoughts are our weapon against the world.

The supreme accomplishment is to blur the line between work and play.

We are entertainers. We have to give our audience a good time. If my name serves that purpose, if that brings a smile on your face, then I think it is good and my job has been done.

The gardener had a dread of small women; he'd always imagined them to have an anger disproportionate to their size.

Perhaps it is better to wake up after all, even to suffer, rather than to remain a dupe to illusions all one's life.

I see the beauty in boxing. It teaches me strength physically, but mostly mentally. I had to learn my strength, because for so long I could have been tougher than I was.

In wondrous ways do the gods make sport with men. [Lat., Miris modis Di ludos faciunt hominibus.]

There may be some tenderness in the conscience and yet the will be a very stone; and as long as the will stands out, there is no broken heart.

I was a kid, and I remember my mother singing. She was also a radio soap opera actress, but my mother sang.