If you want to compete in Italy, the only accepted ways are brute force, or cunning. Like Machiavelli says, "Fronte otra forze." And neither of these two "virtues" is suited to an artist. The artist has to stay intelligent.

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.

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.

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

When I look at a drawing of a person, I look at that person as living.