As soon as we start putting our thoughts into words and sentences everything gets distorted, language is just no damn good—I use it because I have to, but I don’t put any trust in it. We never understand each other.

In the last analysis, the artist may shout from all the rooftops that he is a genius; he will have to wait for the verdict of posterity.

I was poking fun at myself most of all.

I feel shame, not for the wrong things I have done, but for the right things that I have failed to do.

Art is not about itself but the attention we bring to it.

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

This concern which interests us more than anything else: the blurring of the distinction between art and life.