Art is made to trouble but science reassures.
One has to arrive at a specific temperature, at which the objects become malleable.
Progress in art does not consist in reducing limitations, but in knowing them better.
I do not believe in things. I believe in relationships.
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.
Reality only reveals itself when it is illuminated by a ray of poetry.