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People Ask Me, 'don't You Ever Run Out Of Ideas?' In The First Place I Don't Use Ideas. Every Time I Have An Idea It's Too Limiting, And Usually Turns Out To Be A Disappointment. But I Haven't Run Out Of Curiosity.

I Never Allowed Myself The Luxury Of Those Brilliant, Beautiful Colors Until I Went To India And Saw People Walking Around In Them Or Dragging Them In The Mud. I Realised They Were Not So Artificial.

I Was Much Happier When I Had Less Responsibility... When My Only Responsibility Was To My Work And To Myself.

Basically Painting Is Total Idiocy.

I Really Feel Sorry For People Who Think Things Like Soap Dishes Or Mirrors Or Coke Bottles Are Ugly, Because They're Surrounded By Things Like That All Day Long, And It Must Make Them Miserable.