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For me, love must be ugly, looks must be divine, and death must be beautiful.
Picasso is a painter, so am I; Picasso is Spanish, so am I; Picasso is a communist, neither am I.
There comes a moment in every person's life when they realise they adore me.
The fact I myself do not understand what my paintings mean while I am painting them does not imply that they are meaningless.
When the creations of a genius collide with the mind of a layman, and produce an empty sound, there is little doubt as to which is at fault.