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.

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.

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

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?

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

The human face is as strange to me as a countenance, which, the more one looks at it, the more it closes itself off and escapes by the steps of unknown stairways.

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.