Because I cannot work except in solitude, it is necessary that I live my work and that is impossible except in solitude.

I don't work from nature, I work like nature.

I have a horror of people who speak about the beautiful. What is the beautiful? One must speak of problems in painting!

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.

The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.

It is your work in life that is the ultimate seduction.

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.