Success is a worn down pencil.

It is neither Art for Art, nor Art against Art. I am for Art, but for Art that has nothing to do with Art. Art has everything to do with life, but it has nothing to do with Art.

There is no reason not to consider the world as one gigantic painting.

An empty canvas is full only if you want it to be full.

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

I never allowed myself the luxury of those brilliant, beautiful colors until I went to India and saw people walking around in them or dragging them in the mud. I realised they were not so artificial.

And I think that even today, New York still has more of this unexpected quality around every corner than any place else. It's something quite extraordinary