Knowing how to look is a way of inventing.
For me, love must be ugly, looks must be divine, and death must be beautiful.
One day it will have to be officially admitted that what we have christened reality is an even greater illusion than the world of dreams.
[My art is] capable of liberating man from the tyranny of the 'practical, rational world.'
I do not believe in my death.
Picasso is a communist. Neither am I.