I have drawn people's attention to the fact that art is a mirage. A mirage, just like the oasis that appears in the desert. It is very beautiful, until the moment when you die of thirst, obviously. But we do not die of thirst in the field of art. The mirage has substance.

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

As soon as we start putting our thoughts into words and sentences everything gets distorted, language is just no damn good—I use it because I have to, but I don’t put any trust in it. We never understand each other.

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

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.

I wanted to kill art for myself.. ..a new thought for that object.

The most interesting thing about artists is how they live