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

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

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.

The mind loves the unknown. It loves images whose meaning is unknown, since the meaning of the mind itself is unknown.

Everything that is visible hides something that is invisible.

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.

If one looks at a thing with the intention of trying to discover what it means, one ends up no longer seeing the thing itself, but of thinking of the question that is raised.