With Age, Art And Life Become One.

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.

I Thought That From The Moment Someone Else Could Do The Same As Myself, There Was No Difference Between The Pictures And They Should Not Be Signed. Afterwards I Realized It Was Not So And Began To Sign My Pictures Again. Picasso Had Begun Again Anyhow.

Truth Exists; Only Lies Are Invented.

There Is More Sensitivity In Technique Than In The Rest Of The Picture.

Colour Could Give Rise To Sensations Which Would Interfere With Our Conception Of Space.