“Beauty should be edible, or not at all.”

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

The fact I myself do not understand what my paintings mean while I am painting them does not imply that they are meaningless.

I am making things that inspire me with a profound emotion and I am trying to paint them honestly.

I am the Don Quixote of unreality.

Do not strive to be a modern artist: it’s the one thing, unfortunately, you can’t help being.

I do not take drugs. I am drugs.

Sometimes I spit on my mother’s portrait for pleasure.

Chinatown was always there in its funky beauty.

Theres beauty in pain, its called growth.

People who cannot see through souls will keep searching for beauty in faces and will never find it.

Tell me my flaws, i’ll show you its beauty.

The awful thing is that beauty is mysterious as well as terrible. God and the devil are fighting there and the battlefield is the heart of man.

You breathe, you love, you feel – and that’s enough to learn to see beauty in details. Is it not an art of living to create happiness where it does not exist?

To grow up is to experience all sorts of heartaches & still manage to see the beauty in every pain.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.