If I were to sign it now, I'd be committing forgery. I'd be putting my 1943 signature on a canvas painted in 1922.

I do not seek. I find.

Man doesn't change. He keeps his habits. Instinctively, all those people found the same corner for their kitchen. To build a city, don't men choose the same sites? Under cities you always find other cities; other churches under churches, and other houses under houses.

People are always asking me to sign my old canvases. It's ridiculous!

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

For a long time I limited myself to one colour - as a form of discipline.

I have discovered photography. Now I can kill myself. I have nothing else to learn.