It seems strange to me that someone thought of making marble statues.

If only we could pull out our brain and use only our eyes.

They ought to put out the eyes of painters as they do goldfinches in order that they can sing better.

There is only one way to see things, until someone shows us how to look at them with different eyes

Whatever is most abstract may perhaps be the summit of reality.

I always forbade everyone to clean my studios, dust them, not only for fear they would disturb my things, but especially because I always counted on the protection of dust. It's my ally. I always let it settle where it likes. It's like a layer of protection.

When I enter the studio, I leave my body at the door the way the Moslems leave their shoes when they enter the mosque, and I only allow my spirit to go in there and paint.