Livvy and me together in an elevator for four hours..and we're good. To some eyes the fact that we're both alive could be viewed as a minor miracle.

On a basic level- everything we say- essentially anything that comes out of our mouths is a rationalisation in some form or another

A high EQ mind maintains its composure whatever the situation, whether it is being glorified or vilified.

It is depressing to hear the unfortunate or dying man jest.

There was a man once who said that mothers carry the key of our souls with them all our lives. But you threw mine away

Forgiving is not forgetting. It is remembering and letting go.

I think of my art materials not as junk but as garbage. Manure, actually: it goes from being the waste material of one being to the life-source of another.

The peacock in all his pride does not display half the colors that appear in the garments of a British lady when she is dressed.

Color in color is felt at any and every place of the pictorial organization; in its immediacy - its particularity. Color must be felt throughout.

I still cry on waking. I'm not sure why. I feel nothing. Nothing I can name, anyway. It's like breathing - something that happens over which I have no control. (6)

I was never motivated by money. I think above all else about the happiness of my family, regardless of money.