Picasso never thought of himself as avant-garde. I just find it a bad way to think of yourself.

That is what chills your spine when you read an account of a suicide: not the frail corpse hanging from the window bars but what happened inside that heart immediately before.

it is true that nothing is gained without something being lost: everyone knows that in fulfilling oneself one necessarily sacrifices some possibilities.

It's so easy to be mistaken about the future. Sometimes there are avant-gardes which believe themselves to be the avant-garde and which later find themselves to be absolutely dated.

For years I thought my work still lay ahead, and now I find it is behind me: there was no moment when it took place.

The body is the instrument of our hold on the world.

That a whole part of the middle class detests me... is utterly normal. I would be troubled if the contrary were true.