They are not men, they are not women, they are Americans.

What might be taken for a precocious genius is the genius of childhood. When the child grows up, it disappears without a trace. It may happen that this boy will become a real painter some day, or even a great painter. But then he will have to begin everything again, from zero.

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.

Something sacred, that's it. We ought to be able to say that such and such a painting is as it is, with its capacity for power, because it is "touched by God."

We can see the light but we are still inside the tunnel, ... We have not been able to get to all the communities.

The quality of a painter depends on the amount of past he carries with him.

Ah, good taste! What a dreadful thing! Taste is the enemy of creativeness.