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

There's nothing worse than a brilliant beginning.

I have a real passion for bones. I have many others in Boisgeloup: skeletons of birds, dog's and sheep's heads. I even have a rhinoceros skull.

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

Nothing can be done without solitude. I've created my own solitude which nobody suspects

It's insane how many Roman coins are being found! It's as if all Romans had holes in their pockets. They sowed coins wherever they went. Even in the fields. Maybe to grow money . . .

Youth has no age.