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

Chess can be described as the movement of pieces eating one another.

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

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.

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

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

The creative act is not performed by the artist alone; the spectator brings the work in contact with the external world by deciphering and interpreting its inner qualifications and thus adds his contribution to the creative act.