“I’d go from scientist to scientist to scientist, like a bee goes from flower to flower.”

Most wonderful things are unconscious.

I studied how to mine a landfill and what to plant in it. It’s fascinating because you learn a new field each time.

I never considered myself a performance artist.

I hate to put tags on things, because tags change, and they change with the requirements made on them.

So the understructure should be underrated, but strong enough to hold the earth.

Words are changing. I find that old expressions are outdated, so when I write something, I try to find a new expression that hasn’t been born yet. It’s difficult.

Something to pay attention to and maybe change direction.

If I could relive my life, what I would do is work with scientists. But not one scientist, because they’re locked into their little specializations.

And combining the two is creating this beautiful alliance between humanity and nature. That’s why my forests are mathematical expansion systems, all of them.

The tree is made by nature, mathematics by people.

Society likes to file you away, put you in this or that category. And I never fit any category.

People have too many problems during the day; they don’t want to think.

I study what I work with. I studied all these different fields of science that I needed for my work.

There’s no precedent for women philosophers and there’s no precedence for most of the things I did.

Pattern-finding is the purpose of the mind and the construct of the universe.

If I like a person, I like them. I may like the art and not like the person.

When the flower blooms, the bees come uninvited.

It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.

Let me not be shy with you how may I be? Can a flower remain shy with a bee?

Bloom for the bee, not for the hands that want to pluck you.

Such simple instincts as bees making a beehive could be sufficient to overthrow my whole theory.

The keeping of bees is like the direction of sunbeams.

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

Handle a book as a bee does a flower, extract its sweetness but do not damage it.