Pacifism simply is not a matter of calm looking on; it is work, hard work.

Bisexuality is almost a necessary factor in artistic production; at any rate, the tinge of masculinity within me helped me in my work.

Growing old is partly an inescapable process of accommodation and adjustment.

No longer diverted by other emotions, I work the way a cow grazes.

I can always paint very well with my eyes, but with my hands it doesn't always work out.

To this day I do not know whether the power which has inspired my works is something related to religion, or is indeed religion itself.

Where do all the women who have watched so carefully over the lives of their beloved ones get the heroism to send them to face the cannon?