I am a man of passions, capable of and subject to doing more or less foolish things- which I happen to regret, more or less, afterwards.

I use color in a completely arbitrary way in order to express myself powerfully.

Since visiting the abatoirs of S. France I have stopped eating meat.

I began to paint again, even though I could barely hold the brush, but knowing exactly what I wanted to paint, I began three more large canvases... of large wheat fields under cloudy skies, and it did not take a great deal to express sadness and loneliness... I believe these paintings say what words cannot.

The more ugly, old, nasty, ill, and poor I become the more I want to get my own back by producing vibrant, well-arranged, radiant colour.

Drawing is the root of everything, and the time spent on that is actually all profit.

I always dream a painting like that, with a group of lively figures of the pals.