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

I first think of intelligence. You need it for surviving in Italy because Italy is so pompous.

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

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.

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.

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