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?

And dilettantism is a humorous way to survive. Everybody understands you for it and everybody hates you for it. And not everybody chooses to be a dilettante. Many choose cunning and brute force.

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

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

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.

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