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.

In a burning building I would save a cat before a Rembrandt.

All the art of the past rises up before me, the art of all ages and all civilizations, everything becomes simultaneous, as if space had replaced time. Memories of works of art blend with affective memories, with my work, with my whole life.

The head is what matters. The rest of the body plays the part of antennae making life possible for people and life itself is inside the skull.

All I can do will only ever be a faint image of what I see and my success will always be less than my failure or perhaps equal to the failure.

Failure is my best friend. If I succeeded, it would be like dying. Maybe worse.

The one thing that fills me with enthusiasm is to try, despite everything, to get nearer to those visions that seem so hard to express.