I Would Like To Be Famous But

Art Is Really A Battle.

I Feel As A Horse Must Feel When The Beautiful Cup Is Given To The Jockey.

Art Is Vice. You Don't Marry It Legitimately, You Rape It.

What Use Is My Mind? Granted That It Enables Me To Hail A Bus And To Pay My Fare. But Once I Am Inside My Studio, What Use Is My Mind? I Have My Model, My Pencil, My Paints. My Mind Doesn't Interest Me.

A Picture Is An Artificial Work, Outside Nature. It Calls For As Much Cunning As The Commission Of A Crime.