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

The life of an artist is like the life of a monk, a lewd monk if you like, very Rabelaisian. It is an ordination.

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.

You cannot define electricity. The same can be said of art. It is a kind of inner current in a human being, or something which needs no definition.

Three or four drops of height have nothing to do with savageness.

My art would be that of living: each moment, each breath is a work inscribed nowhere.

My idea was to chose an object that wouldn't attract me, either by its beauty or by its ugliness. To find a point of indifference in my looking at it, you see