In art there is only one thing that counts: the bit that cannot be explained.
I couldn't portray a woman in all her natural loveliness... I haven't the skill. No one has. I must, therefore, create a new sort of beauty.
Once an object has been incorporated in a picture it accepts a new destiny.
Progress in art does not consist in reducing limitations, but in knowing them better.
A painting without something disturbing in it – what's that?.
The things that Picasso and I said to one another during those years will never be said again, and even if they were, no one would understand them anymore. It was like being roped together on a mountain.