Anything is art if an artist says it is.

It's the viewer that makes the 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 was poking fun at myself most of all.

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

Society takes what it wants. The artist himself does not count, because there is no actual existence for the work of art. The work of art is always based on the two poles of the onlooker and the maker, and the spark that comes from the bipolar action gives birth to something - like electricity. But the onlooker has the last word, and it is always posterity that makes the masterpiece. The artist should not concern himself with this, because it has nothing to do with him.

In my day artists wanted to be outcasts, pariahs. Now they are all integrated into society