I don't believe in art. I believe in artists.

I was interested in ideas, not merely visual products. I wanted to put painting once again at the service of the mind.

Art is like a shipwreck; it's every man for himself.

In my day artists wanted to be outcasts, pariahs. Now they are all integrated into society

The artist performs only one part of the creative process. The onlooker completes it, and it is the onlooker who has the last word.

All decisions in the artistic execution of the work rest with pure intuition and cannot be translated into a self-analysis.

All this twaddle, the existence of God, atheism, determinism, liberation, societies, death, etc., are pieces of a chess game called language, and they are amusing only if one does not preoccupy oneself with 'winning or losing this game of chess.