Often while reading a book one feels that the author wouold heave preferred to paint rather than to wirte; one can sense the pleasure he derives from describing a landscape or a person, as if he were painting what he is saying, because deep in his heart he would have preferred to use brushes and colors.

...the right to free expression is something one seizes, not something one is given.... if it does exist, it exists to be used against the established order.... There is absolute opposition between the artist and the state.

In the end there is only Matisse.

For those who know how to read, I have painted my autobiography

When I die, it will be a shipwreck, and as when a huge ship sinks, many people all around will be sucked down with it.

There are chemists who spend their whole lives trying to find out what's in a lump of sugar. I want to know one thing. What is color?

Never copy yourself, always copy someone else.