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'm not at all sure that the concept of the readymade isn't the most important single idea to come out of my work.

It's the viewer that makes the work.

Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth.

I was poking fun at myself most of all.

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

The curious thing about that moustache and goatee is that when you look at the Mona Lisa it becomes a man. It is not a woman disguised as a man; it is a real man, and that was my discovery, without realising it at the time.