Disciples be damned. It's not interesting. It's only the masters that matter. Those who create.

Painting is a jeu d'esprit.

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 we discovered cubism, we did not have the aim of discovering cubism. We only wanted to express what was in us.

What is conserved in the ground? Stone, bronze, ivory, bone, sometimes pottery. Never wood objects, no fabric or skins. That completely skews our notions about primitive man.

I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.

What I want is that my picture should evoke nothing but emotion.