I feel like Im on my back, and theres the Sistine Chapel, and Im painting away. I like it when people say, Gee, thats a pretty good-looking painting. But its my painting, and when somebody says, Why dont you use more red instead of blue? Good-bye. Its my painting. And I dont care what they sell it for. The painting itself will never be finished. Thats one of the great things about it.

The Snowball by Alice Schroeder