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

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.

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

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

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

In the past I have never thought about loneliness when working, and I don't think about it now. Yet there must be a reason for the fact that so many people talk about it.

It was always disappointing to see that what I could really master in terms of form boiled down to so little.