For My Part, I Can't Do Anything

Painting Is Just Another Way Of Keeping A Diary.

You Have To Start Somewhere. You Can Always Erase Reality Later On.

People Don't Realize What They Have When They Own A Picture By Me. Each Picture Is A Phial With My Blood. That Is What Has Gone Into It.

Every Positive Value Has Its Price In Negative Terms... The Genius Of Einstein Leads To Hiroshima.

I Hate That Aesthetic Game Of The Eye And The Mind, Played By These Connoisseurs, These Mandarins Who "appreciate" Beauty. What Is Beauty, Anyway? There's No Such Thing. I Never "appreciate," Any More Than I "like." I Love It Or I Hate.