It seems to me madness to wake up in the morning and do something other than paint, considering that one may not wake up the following morning.

Real style is not having a program - it's how one behaves in a crisis.

I destroy things every day in the act of working and often recall a picture I had considered finished in order to rework it.

Ideally, one should have more material than one can possibly cope with.

To put down an ideogram of a table so that people will recognize it as a table is not the work of a painter, but to sense it for a moment as a magic carpet with a leg hanging down at each corner is the beginning of a painter's imagination.

I'm hoping to make a new thing for the world that remains in the mind like a new species of living thing.

The unity in any painter's work arises from the fact that a person, brought to a desperate situation, will behave in a certain way... style.