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.

Being right can stop all the momentum of a very interesting idea.

I think a painting is more like the real world if it's made out the real world.

There was a whole language that I could never make function for myself in relationship to painting, and that was attitudes like tortured, struggle, pain.

Understanding is a form of blindness. Good art, I think, can never be understood.

But I was in awe of the painters; I mean I was new in New York, and I thought the painting that was going on here was just unbelievable

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