It's a poor artist who borrows--a good artist steals.

I paint the way some people write an autobiography. The paintings, finished or not, are the pages from my diary.

Art is a finger up the bourgeoisie ass.

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

Bad artists copy. Good artists steal.

When I die, it will be a shipwreck, and as when a huge ship sinks, many people all around will be sucked down with it.

I want to get to the stage where nobody can tell how a picture of mine is done. What's the point of that? Simply that I want nothing but emotion given off by it.