I succeeded in bewitching a fair number and in being intoxicated with my mistakes.

In two weeks, despite these notes, I shall no longer believe in what I am experiencing now. One must leave behind a trace of this journey which memory forgets. One must, when this is impossible, write or draw without responding to the romantic solicitations of pain, without enjoying suffering like music, tieing a pen to one's foot if need be, helping the doctors who can learn nothing from laziness.

One of the characteristics of the dream is that nothing surprises us in it. With no regret, we agree to live in it with strangers, completely cut off from our habits and friends.

I succeeded in bewitching a fair number and in being intoxicated with my mistakes.

History is a combination of reality and lies. The reality of History becomes a lie. The unreality of the fable becomes the truth.

I am happy to exhibit, but not to put myself on exhibition.

Picasso said that everything is a miracle, that it's a miracle that we don't dissolve in our baths.