There Are Only Two Types Of Women

We Artists Are Indestructible; Even In A Prison, Or In A Concentration Camp, I Would Be Almighty In My Own World Of Art, Even If I Had To Paint My Pictures With My Wet Tongue On The Dusty Floor Of My Cell.

When They Say That I Am Too Old To Make A Thing, I Try To Make It Immediately.

Who Sees The Human Face Correctly: The Photographer, The Mirror, Or The Painter?

Now There Is Fame! Of All - Hunger, Misery, The Incomprehension By The Public - Fame Is By Far The Worst. It Is The Castigation Of God By The Artist. It Is Sad. It Is True.

We Have A Lot Of Reasons But Only One Real One.