“Rose had wept enough though he had informed her that all the pieces for which she had modeled would be shown, and Camille had stormed and taken to bed even when he assured her that her bust of him would have a place of honor.
Didn’t they realize how much he was giving them? The jealousy of women, he thought ruefully, was like nothing except the ferocity of the tigress.”
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“Naked came I into the world, and naked must I go out.”
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“I intend neither to degrade nor worship, but to observe.”… “Reality is what the artist sees.”
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“Which of your works do you prefer?”
“I like all my children.”
“Even the ugly ones?”
“Even the ugly ones.”
