A Painting Without Something Disturbing In It

La Ve Rite Existe; On N'invente Que Le Mensonge. Truth Exists; Only Lies Are Invented.

The Things That Picasso And I Said To One Another During Those Years Will Never Be Said Again, And Even If They Were, No One Would Understand Them Anymore. It Was Like Being Roped Together On A Mountain.

Art Is A Wound Turned Into Light.

To Define A Thing Is To Substitute The Definition For The Thing Itself.

We Will Never Have Repose. The Present Is Perpetual.