Because I Cannot Work Except In Solitude,

When There's Dust Missing Here Or There, It's Because Someone Has Touched My Things. I See Immediately Someone Has Been There. And It's Because I Live Constantly With Dust, In Dust, That I Prefer To Wear Gray Suits, The Only Color On Which It Leaves No Trace.

To Blossom Forth, A Work Of Art Must Ignore Or Rather Forget All The Rules.

The Urge To Destroy Is Also A Creative Urge.

There Is No Abstract Art. You Must Always Start With Something. Afterward You Can Remove All Traces Of Reality.

I Hate It When People Pilfer My Things.