I've been fifty thousand times to the Louvre. I have copied everything in drawing, trying to understand.

I don't know if I work in order to do something, or in order to know why I can't do what I want to do.

When you look at art made by other people, you see what you need to see in it.

In every work of art the subject is primordial, whether the artist knows it or not. The measure of the formal qualities is only a sign of the measure of the artist's obsession with his subject; the form is always in proportion to the obsession.

I don't know who I am or who I was. I know it less than ever. I do and I don't identify myself with myself. Everything is totally contradictory, but maybe I have remained exactly as I was as a small boy of twelve.

The more I work, the more I see things differently, that is, everything gains in grandeur every day, becomes more and more unknown, more and more beautiful. The closer I come, the grander it is, the more remote it is.

The older I grow, the more I find myself alone.