I'm now painting with all the elan of a Marseillais eating soup, which won't surprise you when I tell you I'm painting large sunflowers. The idea? To decorate the studio, now there's hope of Gauguin living here. I aim at a dozen panels of sunflowers in the room I've set aside for Gauguin.

How rich art is, if one can only remember what one has seen, one is never empty of thoughts or truly lonely, never alone.

Everywhere we look, complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.

It's better to have a gay life of it than to commit suicide.

I assure you that there's a lot involved in compositions with figures. ... It's like weaving... you must control and keep an eye on several things at once.

You have first to experience what you want to express.

Someday death will take us to another star.