Sex And Art Are The Same Thing.

For Me, There Are Two Kinds Of Women - Goddesses And Doormats.

When You Begin A Picture You Often Make Some Pretty Discoveries. You Must Be On Guard Against These. Destroy The Thing, Do It Over Several Times. In Each Destroying Of A Beautiful Discovery, The Artist Does Not Really Suppress It, But Rather Condenses It, Makes It More Substantial. What Comes Out In The End Is The Result Of Discarded Finds. Otherwise You Become Your Own Connoisseur.

It Is My Misfortune - And Probably My Delight - To Use Things As My Passions Tell Me. What A Miserable Fate For A Painter Who Adores Blondes To Have To Stop Himself Putting Them Into A Picture Because They Don't Go With The Basket Of Fruit! . . . I Put All The Things I Like Into My Pictures. The Things - So Much The Worse For Them. They Just Have To Put Up With It.

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

He Was An Afghan Hound Name Kabul. Since Him I Have Had Other Afghan Hounds.... Perhaps I Am Looking For His Ghost. He Is The Only One That I Sometimes Think About. Often, If He Comes In To My Mind When I Am Working, It Alters What I Do. The Nose On The Face I Am Drawing Gets Longer And Sharper. The Hair Of The Woman I Am Sketching Gets Longer And Fluffy, Resting Against Her Cheeks Like His Ears Rested Against His Head.