For a long time I limited myself to one colour - as a form of discipline.

My mother said to me, 'If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.' Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso.

I simply painted images of what was before my eyes; it is for others to find hidden meaning in them.

To find is the thing.

Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one's bath like a lump of sugar.

That inspiration comes, does not depend on me. The only thing I can do is make sure it catches me working.

We artists are indestructible; even in a prison, or in a concentration camp, I would be almighty in my own world of art, even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my cell.