I really feel sorry for people who think things like soap dishes or mirrors or Coke bottles are ugly, because they're surrounded by things like that all day long, and it must make them miserable.

I feel as though the world is a friendly boy walking along in the sun.

With me, it's much more a matter of accepting whatever happens, accepting all these elements from the outside and then trying to work with them in a sort of free collaboration.

People ask me, 'Don't you ever run out of ideas?' In the first place I don't use ideas. Every time I have an idea it's too limiting, and usually turns out to be a disappointment. But I haven't run out of curiosity.

You can't make either life or art, you have to work in the hole in between, which is undefined. That's what makes the adventure of painting.

I don't like masterpieces having one-night stands in collectors' homes between auctions.

Basically painting is total idiocy.