Sentimentality is a form of fatigue.

I warn you, I refuse to be an object.

I suppose what I believe in is peaceful anarchy.

I am as mysterious to myself as I am mysterious to others.

Reason must know the heart's reasons and every other reason

There are things that are not sayable. That’s why we have art.

One has to be careful what one takes when one goes away forever.

I've always had access to other worlds. We all do because we dream.

What would anyone want to write about me for? I'm just an old lady.

People under seventy and over seven are very unreliable if they are not cats.

Art is a magic which makes the hours melt away and even days dissolve into seconds

Everyone's had an interesting life. Unless they're interested in business or something.

Painting is my vehicle of transit. I don't always know where I am going or what it means.

The task of the right eye is to peer into the telescope, while the left eye peers into the microscope.

You don't decide to paint. It's like getting hungry and going to the kitchen to eat. It's a need, not a choice.

I didn't have time to be anyone's muse... I was too busy rebelling against my family and learning to be an artist.

I didn't have time to be anybody's muse; I was too busy rebelling against my parents and learning to be an artist.

I never eat meat as I think it is wrong to deprive animals of their life when they are so difficult to chew anyway.

Thousands of people know my flannel knickers, and though I know this may seem flirtatious, it is not. I am a saint.

I never thought of myself as a Surrealist. I didn't think of myself as anything. I try not to. We all have these egos.

We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves.

[At age 92:] There are places I'd like to return to. But not as I was then but as I am now. 'Cause I'm trying to understand. And I've understood nothing.

Wouldn't it be wonderful if I won a helicopter in a crossword puzzle competition? There is not much hope though I am afraid, as they never give such practical prizes.

Military people never seem to apologize for killing each other yet novelists feel ashamed for writing some nice inert paper book that is not certain to be read by anybody.

In the political confusion and the torrid heat, I convinced myself that Madrid was the world's stomach and that I had been chosen for the task of restoring this digestive organ to health.

I hated being in a convent. It's another form of power. Manipulation. Because who can say - one God for the whole universe? I think there must be millions of gods! And they're not all of them very nice.

I have always thought - and a lot of people won't agree with this - that we're incredibly driven by fear, basically. Aren't we? It's awful to be frightened. I think it's a very strong, very powerful thing, fear.

I often feel I am being burned at the stake just because I have always refused to give up that wonderful strange power I have inside me that becomes manifested when I am in harmonious communication with some other inspired being.

You may not believe in magic but something very strange is happening at this very moment. Your head has dissolved into thin air and I can see the rhododendrons through your stomach. It's not that you are dead or anything dramatic like that, it is simply that you are fading away and I can't even remember your name.

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