The Artist's Life Nourishes Itself

It Is So Much Safer Not To Feel, Not To Let The World Touch Me.

I Can't Be Satisfied With The Colossal Job Of Merely Living.

I Hate Technicolor. Everybody In A Technicolor Movie Seems To Feel Obliged To Wear A Lurid Costume In Each New Scene And To Stand Around Like A Clotheshorse With A Lot Of Very Green Trees Or Very Yellow Wheat Or Very Blue Ocean Rolling Away For Miles And Miles In Every Direction.

I Was My Own Woman. The Next Step Was To Find The Proper Sort Of Man.

Can You Understand? Someone, Somewhere, Can You Understand Me A Little, Love Me A Little?