One Works Without Thinking How To Work.

I Never Wish For Critics.

Cubism Is An Anatomical Chart Of A Way Of Seeing External Objects. But I Want To Confuse The Meaning Of The Act Of Looking.

One Wants One's Work To Be The World, But Of Course It's Never The World. The Work Is In The World; It Never Contains The Whole Thing.

It's Simple, You Just Take Something And Do Something To It, And Then Do Something Else To It. Keep Doing This, And Pretty Soon You've Got Something.

I Have No Ideas About What The Paintings Imply About The World. I Don't Think That's A Painter's Business. He Just Paints Paintings Without A Conscious Reason.