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

Possible reality [is obtained] by slightly bending physical and chemical laws.

I have forced myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.

There is no solution, for there is no problem.

I don’t care about the word ‘art’ because it has been so discredited. So I want to get rid of it. There is an unnecessary adoration of ‘art’ today.

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

An abstract painting need in 50 years by no means look "abstract" any longer.