It's The Viewer That Makes The Work.

In New York In 1915 I Bought At A Hardware Store A Snow Shovel On Which I Wrote In Advance Of The Broken Arm .

The Life Of A Chess Master Is Much More Difficult Than That Of An Artist - Much More Depressing. An Artist Knows That Someday There'll Be Recognition And Monetary Reward, But For The Chess Master There Is Little Public Recognition And Absolutely No Hope Of Supporting Himself By His Endeavors. If Bobby Fischer Came To Me For Advice, I Certainly Would Not Discourage Him - As If Anyone Could - But I Would Try To Make It Positively Clear That He Will Never Have Any Money From Chess, Live A Monk-like Existence And Know More Rejection Than Any Artist Ever Has, Struggling To Be Known And Accepted.

I've Decided That Art Is A Habit-forming Drug. That's All It Is, For The Artist, For The Collector, For Anybody Connected With It.

I Thought To Discourage Aesthetics... I Threw The Bottlerack And The Urinal In Their Faces And Now They Admire Them For Their Aesthetic Beauty.

I Like Living, Breathing Better Than Working...my Art Is That Of Living. Each Second, Each Breath Is A Work Which Is Inscribed Nowhere, Which Is Neither Visual Nor Cerebral, It's A Sort Of Constant Euphoria.