What is a face, really? Its own photo? Its make-up? Or is it a face as painted by such or such painter? That which is in front? Inside? Behind? And the rest? Doesn't everyone look at himself in his own particular way? Deformations simply do not exist.

Art is a lie that makes us realize truth.

You can't run a without taking risks.

What other movement determines the S line? Its aesthetic efficacity has long been noted by artists.

Age only matters when one is aging. Now that I have arrived at a great age, I might as well be twenty.

There's nothing worse than a brilliant beginning.

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