For me, love must be ugly, looks must be divine, and death must be beautiful.
Picasso is a communist. Neither am I.
The fact I myself do not understand what my paintings mean while I am painting them does not imply that they are meaningless.
I think that the sweetest freedom for a man on earth consists in being able to live, if he likes, without having the need to work.
The sole difference between myself and a madman is the fact that I am not mad.
Now sexual obsessions are the basis of artistic creation. Accumulated frustration leads to what Freud calls the process of sublimation. Anything that does not take place erotically sublimates itself in the work of art