I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money.

I draw like other people bite their nails.

Age only matters when one is aging. Now that I have arrived at a great age, I might as well be twenty.

I hate that aesthetic game of the eye and the mind, played by these connoisseurs, these mandarins who "appreciate" beauty. What is beauty, anyway? There's no such thing. I never "appreciate," any more than I "like." I love it or I hate.

Now there is fame! Of all - hunger, misery, the incomprehension by the public - fame is by far the worst. It is the castigation of God by the artist. It is sad. It is true.

Painting is not made to decorate apartments. It's an offensive and defensive weapon against the enemy. (about Guernica).

If I were to sign it now, I'd be committing forgery. I'd be putting my 1943 signature on a canvas painted in 1922.