I am afraid of dying-but being dead, oh yes, that to me is often an appealing prospect.

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

As in everything else, I find that age is not good for much, that one becomes deafer and less sensitive. Also, the higher up the mountain you climb, the less of a view you get. A mist closes in and cheats you of the hoped-for and expected opportunity to see far and wide.

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

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

When Michelangelo was an old man, he drew himself sitting in a child's pushcart.

I thought I was a revolutionary and was only an evolutionary.