Art is made to trouble but science reassures.

Nature is a mere pretext for a decorative composition, plus sentiment. It suggests emotion, and I translate that emotion into art.

Painting is a nail to which I fasten my ideas.

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.

In art there is only one thing that counts: the bit that cannot be explained.

One has to arrive at a specific temperature, at which the objects become malleable.

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.