Because my work is naturally non-meaningful, the meaning found in it will remain doubtful and inconsistent - which is the way it should be. All that I care about is that, like any startling piece of nature, it should be capable of stimulating meaning.

I'm in favor of an art that does something other than just sit on its ass in a museum.

For a thorough use of ice cream cones, buy two; eat one and drop the other.

Ox-Bow was a very free place, very open. You could do whatever you wanted to do.

I am for an art that takes its form from the lines of life itself, that twists and extends and accumulates and spits and drips, and is heavy and coarse and blunt and sweet and stupid as life itself.

I just started to do my own thing for about a year and a half, and I worked in the evening selling phonograph records. Then I said to myself, "I'm afraid I have to go to New York after all."

Everything I do is completely original-I made it up when I was a kid.