What I capture in spite of myself interests me more than my own ideas.
Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.
Ah, good taste! What a dreadful thing! Taste is the enemy of creativeness.
We are all born children- the trick is remaining one.
Art is never chaste. It ought to be forbidden to ignorant innocents, never allowed into contact with those not sufficiently prepared. Yes, art is dangerous. Where it is chaste, it is not art.
Everything is a miracle. It is a miracle that one does not dissolve in one's bath like a lump of sugar.