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.

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.

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.

I believe that a picture, a work of art, lives and dies just as we do.

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

It's true, of course, humor is very important in my life, as you know. That's the only reason for living, in fact.