[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.

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

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.

Sentimentality is a form of fatigue.

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

I warn you, I refuse to be an object.

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.