“Real painters understand with a brush in their hand.”

It is important to express oneself…provided the feelings are real and are taken from you own experience.

I wear myself out trying to render the orange trees so that they’re not stiff but like those I saw by Botticelli in Florence. It’s a dream that won’t come true.

I don’t think there has ever been a man who treated a woman as an equal and that’s all I would have asked for, for I know I’m worth as much as they.

A love of nature is a consolation against failure.

My ambition is limited to the desire to capture something transient, and yet, this ambition is excessive.

In love, there’s sentiment and passion; I know only sentiment through myself, passion through others. I hear certain voices I know say: sentiment=love of the intellect; I can answer: passion=the love of the body.

I love only extreme novelty or the things of the past.

Breath is the king of mind.

The transpersonal is more awe-inspiring, more exciting than the thing we confuse it for.

I feel no different than I felt at 99, 98 or 97. Just because you live a long time, you get all this attention. Just because you survived? Of course, I survived a lot.

Think outside the box, collapse the box, and take a f**king sharp knife to it.

I’m easy to work with, not a pushover, but I respond to criticism and find it inspiring.

It doesn’t have to be happy music to be inspiring.

Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws.

Film is incredibly democratic and accessible, it’s probably the best option if you actually want to change the world, not just re-decorate it.