Once they witnessed one of his painting sold at auction for $100,000. And asked how you do it, he said, 'I feel as a horse must feel when the beautiful cup is given to the jockey.'

Art is vice. One does not wed it, one rapes it.

And even this heart of mine has something artificial. The dancers have sewn it into a bag of pink satin, pink satin slightly faded, like their dancing shoes.

Your pictures would have been finished a long time ago if I were not forced every day to do something to earn money.

The museums are here to teach the history of art and something more as well, for, if they stimulate in the weak a desire to imitate, they furnish the strong with the means of their emancipation.

Nothing in art should seem accidental, not even movement

There are some women who should barely be spoken to; they should only be caressed.