God Is Just Another Artist, Like Me.

To Be Interesting, One Has To Provoke.

The Fact I Myself Do Not Understand What My Paintings Mean While I Am Painting Them Does Not Imply That They Are Meaningless.

People Love Mystery, And That Is Why They Love My Paintings.

The First Man To Compare The Cheeks Of A Young Woman To A Rose Was Obviously A Poet; The First To Repeat It Was Possibly An Idiot.

There Are Some Days When I Think I'm Going To Die From An Overdose Of Satisfaction.