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

Often while reading a book one feels that the author wouold heave preferred to paint rather than to wirte; one can sense the pleasure he derives from describing a landscape or a person, as if he were painting what he is saying, because deep in his heart he would have preferred to use brushes and colors.

Computers are useless. They can only give you answers.

Whether he wants it or not, man is the instrument of nature; she imposes on him character and appearance.

If I paint a wild horse, you might not see the horse... but surely you will see the wildness!

When there's dust missing here or there, it's because someone has touched my things. I see immediately someone has been there. And it's because I live constantly with dust, in dust, that I prefer to wear gray suits, the only color on which it leaves no trace.

When it comes right down to it, all you have is your self. Your Self is a sun with a thousand rays.