Painting is like making love. You cannot ask, 'How do you do it?' But, hopefully, it is beautiful.

It is very scary to think mechanically about someone you know. That means that the second time you meet a person is useless. Which I tend to believe anyway.

I repeatedly refuse to make any practical decisions. I get a feeling of nausea about practicality.

When you sit for an hour and a half in front of somebody, he or she shows about twenty faces. And so it's this crazy chase of, Which face? Which one is the one?

Painting is like making love. You cannot ask, 'How do you do it?' But, hopefully, it is beautiful.

In India and in New York the economy is naked. People are starving physically in India, and emotionally in New York.

Fashion is the pursuit of perfection, Style is the acceptance of one's flaws.