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 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 the sculptures of today, like those of the past, will end one day in pieces... So it is important to fashion ones work carefully in its smallest recess and charge every particle of matter with life.

It is impossible to do a thing the way I see it because the closer I get the more differently I see.

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

Once the object has been constructed, I have a tendency to rediscover in it, transformed and displaced, images, impressions, facts which have deeply moved me (often without my knowing it).

What I am looking for is not happiness. I work solely because it is impossible for me to do anything else.