While all artists are not chess players, all chess players are artists.

Anything is art if an artist says it is.

The life of an artist is like the life of a monk, a lewd monk if you like, very Rabelaisian. It is an ordination.

To all appearances, the artist acts like a mediumistic being who, from the labyrinth beyond time and space, seeks his way out to a clearing.

I'm not at all sure that the concept of the readymade isn't the most important single idea to come out of my work.

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.

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