It's Always Necessary To Seek For Perfection.

What Is A Face, Really? Its Own Photo? Its Make-up? Or Is It A Face As Painted By Such Or Such Painter? That Which Is In Front? Inside? Behind? And The Rest? Doesn't Everyone Look At Himself In His Own Particular Way? Deformations Simply Do Not Exist.

That Inspiration Comes, Does Not Depend On Me. The Only Thing I Can Do Is Make Sure It Catches Me Working.

Braque Always Said That The Only Thing That Counts, In Painting, Is The Intention, And It's True. What Counts Is What One Wants To Do, And Not What One Does. That's What's Important.

The Earth Doesn't Have A Housekeeper To Do The Dusting.

He Was An Afghan Hound Name Kabul. Since Him I Have Had Other Afghan Hounds.... Perhaps I Am Looking For His Ghost. He Is The Only One That I Sometimes Think About. Often, If He Comes In To My Mind When I Am Working, It Alters What I Do. The Nose On The Face I Am Drawing Gets Longer And Sharper. The Hair Of The Woman I Am Sketching Gets Longer And Fluffy, Resting Against Her Cheeks Like His Ears Rested Against His Head.