An idea is a point of departure and no more. As soon as you elaborate it, it becomes transformed by thought.

Forcing yourself to use restricted means is the sort of restraint that liberates invention. It obliges you to make a kind of progress that you can't even imagine in advance.

In every photographer there was a painter, a true artist, awaiting expression.

One cannot be a sorcerer all the time. How could one live?

I love bats! Women are scared of them. They think bats can get caught in their hair, don't they? But bats are the most beautiful of animals, extraordinarily delicate. Have you observed their brilliant little eyes, gleaming with intelligence, and their skin, silky as velvet? And look at all these delicate little bones.

If one knows exactly what is going to be done, why do it?

Cubism is not a reality you can take in your hand. It's more like a perfume, in front of you, behind you, to the sides, the scent is everywhere but you don’t quite know where it comes from.