“And even this heart of mine has something artificial. The dancers have sewn it into a bag of pink satin, pink satin slightly faded, like their dancing shoes.”

“Art critic! Is that a profession? When I think we are stupid enough, we painters, to solicit those people's compliments and to put ourselves into their hands! What shame! Should we even accept that they talk about our work?”

“Art is not what you see, but what you make others see.”

“Only when he no longer knows what he is doing does the painter do good things.”

“Art is vice. You don't wed it, you rape it.”

“C'est vrai. Voilá quelqu'un qui sent comme moi. (It is true. There is someone who feels as I do).”

“A painting requires a little mystery, some vagueness, and some fantasy. When you always make your meaning perfectly plain you end up boring people”