I've never let one day go by without painting, or at least without drawing.
When I've painted a woman's bottom so that I want to touch it, then [the painting] is finished.
It is after you have lost your teeth that you can afford to buy steaks.
I just keep painting till I feel like pinching. Then I know it's right.
The work of art must seize upon you, wrap you up in itself, carry you away. It is the means by which the artist conveys his passion; it is the current which he puts forth which sweeps you along in his passion.
What is to be done about these literary people, who will never understand that painting is a craft and that the material side comes first? The ideas come afterwards, when the picture is finished.