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.

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.

Falsehood always punishes itself.

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

Garden work consists much more in uprooting weeds than in planting seed. This applies also to teaching.

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

Ideally, one should have more material than one can possibly cope with.