Can you imagine me calling myself "Ruiz"? "Pablo Ruiz"? "Diego-José Ruiz"? Or "Juan-Népomucène Ruiz"? I was given I don't know how many names.

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

I do not evolve, I am.

I've reached the moment where the movement of my thought interests me more than the thought itself.

Is there anything more dangerous than sympathetic understanding?

Art is never chaste. It ought to be forbidden to ignorant innocents, never allowed into contact with those not sufficiently prepared. Yes, art is dangerous. Where it is chaste, it is not art.

Rhythm is a perception of time... when drawing, the tiredness of the hand is a rhythm.