Those Trying To Explain Pictures Are As

When I Work I Relax; Doing Nothing Or Entertaining Visitors Makes Me Tired.

When We Did Cubist Paintings, Our Intention Was Not To Produce Cubist Paintings But To Express What Was Within Us. No One Laid Down A Course Of Action For Us, And Our Friends The Poets Followed Our Endeavour Attentively But They Never Dictated It To Us.

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.

I Have Discovered Photography. Now I Can Kill Myself. I Have Nothing Else To Learn.

My Whole Life Has Been Nothing More Than A Continuous Struggle Against Reaction And The Death Of Art.