In my day artists wanted to be outcasts, pariahs. Now they are all integrated into society

Art has the lovely habit of ruining all artistic theories.

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

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

Since a three-dimensional object casts a two-dimensional shadow, we should be able to imagine the unknown four-dimensional object whose shadow we are. I for my part am fascinated by the search for a one-dimensional object that casts no shadow at all.

To all appearances, the artist acts like a mediumistic being who, from the labyrinth beyond time and space, seeks his way out to a clearing.

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