I paint what cannot be photographed, that which comes from the imagination or from dreams, or from an unconscious drive.

There is no progress in art, any more than there is progress in making love.

The streets are full of admirable craftsmen, but so few practical dreamers.

It has never been my object to record my dreams, just the determination to realize them.

An effort impelled by desire must also have an automatic or subconscious energy to aid its realization.

Thanks to my effort in the last 40 years, there has been more paper and film wasted.

The tricks of today are the truths of tomorrow.