Each one of us, in his timidity, has a limit beyond which he is outraged. It is inevitable that he who by concentrated application has extended this limit for himself, should arouse the resentment of those who have accepted conventions which, since accepted by all, require no initiative of application. And this resentment generally takes the form of meaningless laughter or of criticism, if not persecution.

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

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

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

I never knew what I was doing until I was done.

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

I like contradictions. We have never attained the infinite variety and contradictions that exist in nature. Tomorrow I shall contradict myself. That is the one way I have of asserting my liberty, the real liberty one does not find as a member of society.