My investigations resembled the pursuit of the solution to a problem for which I had three data: the object, the thing connected with it in the shadow of my consciousness, and the light wherein that thing would become apparent.

Each thing we see hides something else we want to see.

I need to see the original paintings just as little as I have to read the original manuscripts of books.

Life obliges me to do something, so I paint.

We must not fear daylight just because it almost always illuminates a miserable world.

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.

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