When you start with a portrait and try to find pure form by abstracting more and more, you must end up with an egg.

Good artists copy, great artists steal.

We must pick out what is good for us where we can find it.

I want to know one thing, what is color?

I hate it when people pilfer my things.

What I capture in spite of myself interests me more than my own ideas.

Who sees the human face correctly: the photographer, the mirror, or the painter?