We have learned nothing.

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.

As an artist, all I need is my paints and brushes - and someone to drag me away when the canvas is done

I paint the way some people write an autobiography. The paintings, finished or not, are the pages from my diary.

Almost every evening, either I went to [Georges] Braque's studio or Braque came to mine. Each of us had to see what the other had done during the day. We criticized each other's work. A canvas wasn't finished unless both of us felt it was.

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.

In one way or another, I always marked my pictures. But there were times when I put my signature on the back of the canvas. All my works from the cubist period, until about 1914, have my name and the date on the back side of the stretcher. I know someone spread the story that in Céret, Braque and I decided not to sign our pictures anymore. But that's just a legend!