If it's good, it's mine. If it's bad, it's a fake.

I have a horror of people who speak about the beautiful. What is the beautiful? One must speak of problems in painting!

I have discovered photography. Now I can kill myself. I have nothing else to learn.

For being a bad student I was banished to the 'calaboose' - a bare cell with whitewashed walls and a bench to sit on. I liked it there, because I took along a sketch pad and drew incessantly I could have stayed there forever drawing without stopping

Two of the most frustrated trades are dentists and photographers - dentists because they want to be doctors, and photographers because they want to be painters.

Everyone wants to understand art. Why not try to understand the song of a bird? ...people who try to explain pictures are usually barking up the wrong tree.

I draw like other people bite their nails.