Artists can no more speak about their work, than plants can speak about horticulture.

The audience bursts into laughter. With the tragic gag I don't expect the audience to laugh (if they do, I have failed) but I expect a black silence from them that is almost as violent: as laughter.

The ultimate politeness in art consists of speaking only to those who are able to uncover and measure its relationships. Anything else is symbolic, and symbolism is merely transcendental imagery.

The Louvre is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends.

The artist must know how far to go too far.

I am burning myself up and will always do so.

The speed of a runaway horse counts for nothing.