It's not what the artist does that counts; it's what he is.

How could Michelangelo have seen his David in a block of marble? Man began to make images only because he discovered them nearly formed around him, already within reach. He saw them in a bone, in the bumps of a cave, in a piece of wood. One form suggested a woman to him, another a buffalo, still another the head of a monster.

Without great solitude no serious work is possible.

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

Beauty? To me it is a word without sense because I do not know where its meaning comes from nor where it leads to.

An idea is a point of departure and no more. As soon as you elaborate it, it becomes transformed by thought.

Sculpture is the best comment that a painter can make on painting.