Art is not about itself but the attention we bring to it.

The artist performs only one part of the creative process. The onlooker completes it, and it is the onlooker who has the last word.

Do unto others as they wish, but with imagination.

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

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've decided that art is a habit-forming drug. That's all it is, for the artist, for the collector, for anybody connected with it.

In the last analysis, the artist may shout from all the rooftops that he is a genius; he will have to wait for the verdict of posterity.