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

If I see everything in gray, and in gray all the colors which I experience and which I would like to reproduce, then why should I use any other color?

Only reality interests me now and I know I could spend the rest of my life in copying a chair.

The form is always the measure of the obsession.

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.

I've tried doing so, for it was never my intention to paint only with gray. But in the course of my work I have eliminated one color after another, and what has remained is gray, gray, gray!

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