I Wouldn't Mind Turning Into A Vermilion

Time Extracts Various Values From A Painter's Work. When These Values Are Exhausted The Pictures Are Forgotten, And The More A Picture Has To Give, The Greater It Is.

Jazz Is Rhythm And Meaning.

When I Put A Green, It Is Not Grass. When I Put A Blue, It Is Not The Sky.

The Sign Is Determined At The Moment I Use It And For The Object Of Which It Must Form A Part. For This Reason I Cannot Determine In Advance Signs Which Never Change, And Which Would Be Like Writing: That Would Paralyze The Freedom Of My Invention.

There's Nothing Clinically Wrong With Me, Only An Emotional Imbalance - I Pass Too Quickly From The Wildest Enthusiasm To The Blackest Despair.