The artist spends the first part of his life with the dead, the second with the living, and the third with himself.

No, painting is not interior decoration. It is an instrument of war for attack and defense against the enemy.

Museums are just a lot of lies, and the people who make art their business are mostly imposters. We have infected the pictures in museums with all our stupidities, all our mistakes, all our poverty of spirit. We have turned them into petty and ridiculous things.

It seems strange to me that someone thought of making marble statues.

When I enter the studio, I leave my body at the door the way the Moslems leave their shoes when they enter the mosque, and I only allow my spirit to go in there and paint.

One never knows what one is going to do. One starts a painting and then it becomes something quite different.

Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.