I detest my past, and anyone else's. I detest resignation, patience, professional heroism and obligatory beautiful feelings. I also detest the decorative arts, folklore, advertising, voices making announcements, aerodynamism, boy scouts, the smell of moth balls, events of the moment, and drunken people.

The famous pipe. How people reproached me for it! And yet, could you stuff my pipe? No, it's just a representation, is it not? So if I had written on my picture “This is a pipe”, I'd have been lying!

Nothing is confused except the mind.

I want nevertheless to add that for me the world is a defiance of common sense.

Everything that is visible hides something that is invisible.

Too often we tend to reduce what is strange to what is familiar. I intend to restore the familiar to the strange.

Only thought can resemble. It resembles by being what it sees, hears, or knows; it becomes what the world offers it.