Nature does not create works of art. It is we, and the faculty of interpretation peculiar to the human mind, that see art.

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

All critics should be assassinated.

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

To create is divine, to reproduce is human.

If the affairs of the world were put in the hands of the screwball artists, it couldn’t be in a worse state than it is now !

My works were designed to amuse, annoy, bewilder, mystify and inspire reflection.