Painting isn't an aesthetic operation; it's a form of magic designed as mediator between this strange hostile world and us.

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

What one does is what counts. Not what one had the intention of doing.

We must not discriminate between things. Where things are concerned there are no class distinctions. We must pick out what is good for us where we can find it.

I understand my own pictures best six months after I have done them.

If there is something to steal, I steal it.

It would be very curious to record by means of photographs, not the stage of the picture, but its metamorphoses. Perhaps one would perceive the path taken by the mind in order to put its dreams into a concrete form. But what is really very curious is to observe that fundamentally the picture does not change, that despite appearances the initial vision remains almost intact.