Art Is The Lie That Enables Us

We Artists Are Indestructible; Even In A Prison, Or In A Concentration Camp, I Would Be Almighty In My Own World Of Art, Even If I Had To Paint My Pictures With My Wet Tongue On The Dusty Floor Of My Cell.

I Consider A Work Of Art As A Product Of Calculations, Calculations That Are Frequently Unknown To The Author Himself.

Whatever Is Most Abstract May Perhaps Be The Summit Of Reality.

One Cannot Be A Sorcerer All The Time. How Could One Live?

Youth Has No Age.