“We are all hungry and thirsty for concrete images.”

Right now I’m the greatest. I don’t say this through vanity. It’s just that the rest are so bad.

Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.

Picasso is a painter, so am I; Picasso is Spanish, so am I; Picasso is a communist, neither am I.

It is either easy or impossible.

I am a contradictory and paradoxical man.

The thermometer of success is merely the jealousy of the malcontents.

If you understand your painting beforehand, you might as well not paint it.

My art is capable of liberating man from the tyranny of the practical, rational world.

The first man to compare the cheeks of a young woman to a rose was obviously a poet; the first to repeat it was possibly an idiot.

So little of what could happen does happen.

There are some days when I think I’m going to die from an overdose of satisfaction.

I want to perceive and understand the hidden powers and laws of things, in order to have them in my power.

To be interesting, one has to provoke.

I’m going to live forever. Geniuses don’t die.

The terrifying and edible beauty of Art Nouveau architecture.

You have to systematically create confusion, it sets creativity free. Everything that is contradictory creates life