Art has absolutely no existence as veracity, as truth.

I don't believe in art. I believe in artists.

I think there is a great deal to the idea of not doing a thing, but that when you do a thing, you don't do it in five minutes or in five hours, but in five years.

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

All this twaddle, the existence of God, atheism, determinism, liberation, societies, death, etc., are pieces of a chess game called language, and they are amusing only if one does not preoccupy oneself with 'winning or losing this game of chess.

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.

Chess players are madmen of a certain quality, the way the artist is supposed to be, and isn't, in general.