The function of Art is to disturb. Science reassures.

Emotion should not be rendered by an excited trembling; it can neither be added on nor be imitated. It is the seed, the work is the flower.

Art is a wound turned into light.

Truth exists; only lies are invented.

One must not imitate what one wants to create.

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.

Truth exists, only falsehood has to be invented.