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

Anything is art if an artist says it is.

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.

Chess players are madmen of a certain quality, the way the artist is supposed to be, and isn't, in general.

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

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

The individual, man as a man, man as a brain, if you like, interests me more than what he makes, because I've noticed that most artists only repeat themselves.