I still don’t know where I am going to sleep tomorrow.

I’ve always refused requests, even from friends, to employ a technique I know nothing about.

It is better to have done something than to have been someone.

No one but myself knows the anxiety I go through and the trouble I give myself to finish paintings which do not satisfy me and seem to please so very few others.

Techniques vary; art stays the same: it is a transposition of nature at once forceful and sensitive.