Illusions... Are Simple Facts, But They Have

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.

The Space Between The Dish And The Pitcher, That I Paint Also.

A Painting Without Something Disturbing In It – What's That?.

I Couldn't Portray A Woman In All Her Natural Loveliness... I Haven't The Skill. No One Has. I Must, Therefore, Create A New Sort Of Beauty.

If I Have Called Cubism A New Order, It Is Without Any Revolutionary Ideas Or Any Reactionary Ideas... One Cannot Escape From One's Own Epoch, However Revolutionary One May Be.