Objects should not touch because they are not alive. You use them, put them back in place, you live among them: they are useful, nothing more. But they touch me, it is unbearable. I am afraid of being in contact with them as though they were living beasts.

What the painter adds to the canvas are the days of his life. The adventure of living, hurtling toward death.

I say a murder is abstract. You pull the trigger and after that you do not understand anything that happens.

A kiss without a moustache, they said then, is like an egg without salt; I will add to it: and it is like Good without Evil.

Respectable society believed in God in order to avoid having to speak about him.

Our responsibility is much greater than we might have supposed, because it involves all mankind.

But I must finally realize that I am subject to these sudden transformations. The thing is that I rarely think; a crowd of small metamorphoses accumulate in me without my noticing it, and then, one fine day, a veritable revolution takes place.