To put down an ideogram of a table so that people will recognize it as a table is not the work of a painter, but to sense it for a moment as a magic carpet with a leg hanging down at each corner is the beginning of a painter's imagination.

It seems to me madness to wake up in the morning and do something other than paint, considering that one may not wake up the following morning.

I destroy things every day in the act of working and often recall a picture I had considered finished in order to rework it.

I go out each morning and draw. I can't really start a painting in the morning until I've done a drawing.

I'm hoping to make a new thing for the world that remains in the mind like a new species of living thing.

Falsehood always punishes itself.

I think that the very earliest influence was a horror of having to work in a bank or an office, a desire for a free and creative life.