Art is a wicked thing. It is what we are.

The abstraction is often the most definite form for the intangible thing in myself that I can clarify in paint.

It was in the 1920s, when nobody had time to reflect, that I saw a still-life painting with a flower that was perfectly exquisite, but so small you really could not appreciate it.

I hate flowers - I paint them because they're cheaper than models and they don't move.

I have painted portraits that to me are almost photographic. I remember hesitating to show the paintings, they looked so real to me. But they have passed into the world as abstractions - no one seeing what they are.

I'm frightened all the time. But I never let it stop me. Never!

It's not enough to be nice in life. You've got to have nerve.