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.

Others have seen what is and asked why. I have seen what could be and asked why not.

I paint the way someone bites his fingernails; for me, painting is a bad habit because I don't know nor can I do anything else.

I understand my own pictures best six months after I have done them.

Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.

The artist spends the first part of his life with the dead, the second with the living, and the third with himself.

The fingerprints of the god who amused himself fashioning them - I can see them on any bone whatsoever.