I don’t like to sell my finest pieces.
I happen to believe that there is an afterlife.
I was in a convent for a year.
There’s so much more to life than that, though I think that acting is fascinating because you can forget your own sorrow as you act and become somebody else.
Well, I don’t go out much socially. I don’t enjoy going out.
Yes, because when you’re in love, you are shy.
Here in America we’re doing the most wonderful crafts.
You know, God, the power that makes life, whatever it is, had just to make two things, masculine and feminine, for all this mischief. And made them so there is this entirely different point of view about love and sex.
And then, of course, most potters, they go in for earth tones and subdued things, and I like color.
You see, I was never stage-struck the way most girls were.
My life is full of mistakes. They’re like pebbles that make a good road.
You know, acting is very fascinating. But being an actress is not, because you become so concentrated on yourself.
First of all, I’d like to say here the fact that I’m not naturally a craftsman has made me work very hard.
Certainly I was relatively a refined person. No way a tramp.
But, you see, the theatre is not always art in America.
But I was very, very unhappy because my mother was very charming and generous, but to me, very dominating.
And then a great thing in my life was going to India.
And several galleries – two had asked me and I said no, because I didn’t want to leave things on consignment.
And I think maybe all women, if they just had a chance, would be romantic and believe in love and not sex. And men believe in sex and not love.
And I have exposed myself to art so that my work has something beyond just the usual potter.
A rich poet from Harvard has no sense in his mind, except the aesthetic.
Sex is energy.
Over and over I’m on the point of giving it up.
But you can’t realize, you can’t know what another person goes through.
I’m not too interested in books about India.
The second time I was there I met Marcel Duchamp, and we immediately fell for each other. Which doesn’t mean a thing because I think anybody who met Marcel fell for him.
