“My hand tells me what I’m thinking.”

The first half of life is learning to be an adult-the second half is learning to be a child.

The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider’s web.

Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.

To draw, you must close your eyes and sing.

There are only two types of women: goddesses and doormats.

Give me a museum and I’ll fill it.

Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one’s bath like a lump of sugar.

We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth at least the truth that is given us to understand. The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.

Bad artists copy. Good artists steal.

Without great solitude, no serious work is possible.

People want to find a meaning in everything and everyone. That’s the disease of our age.

When you come right down to it all you have is yourself. The sun is a thousand rays in your belly. All the rest is nothing.

If only we could pull out our brain and use only our eyes.

It is your work in life that is the ultimate seduction.

Youth has no age.

What I want is that my picture should evoke nothing but emotion.