I imitate everyone except myself.

Now there is fame! Of all - hunger, misery, the incomprehension by the public - fame is by far the worst. It is the castigation of God by the artist. It is sad. It is true.

I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.

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

Why assume that to look is to see?

One never knows what one is going to do. One starts a painting and then it becomes something quite different.

If one knows exactly what is going to be done, why do it?