Every painted image of something is also about the absence of the real thing. All painting is about the presence of absence.

All publicity works upon anxiety.

Protest and anger practically always derives from hope, and the shouting out against injustice is always in the hope of those injustices being somewhat corrected and a little more justice established.

The heart of Paris is like nothing so much as the unending interior of a house. Buildings become furniture, courtyards become carpets and arrases, the streets are like galleries, the boulevards conservatories. It is a house, one or two centuries old, rich, bourgeois, distinguished. The only way of going out, or shutting the door behind you, is to leave the centre.

One can say of language that it is potentially the only human home, the only dwelling place that cannot be hostile to man.

Never chain your dogs together with sausages. One must accustom one's self to be bored.

Drawing is a way of coming upon the connection between things, just like metaphor in poetry reconnects what has become separated.