Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see, but it is impossible. Humans hide their secrets too well.

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!

My painting is visible images which conceal nothing... they evoke mystery and indeed when one sees one of my pictures, one asks oneself this simple question 'What does that mean'? It does not mean anything, because mystery means nothing either, it is unknowable.

I like subversive humor, freckles, women's knees and long hair, the laughter of playing children, and a girl running down the street.

The present reeks of mediocrity and the atom bomb.

Everything that is visible hides something that is invisible.

An object is not so attached to its name that we cannot find another one that would suit it better.