Weeks go by, and I don't paint until finally I can't stand it any longer. I get fed up. I almost don't want to talk about it, because I don't want to become self-conscious about it, but perhaps I create these little crises as a kind of a secret strategy to push myself.

Without form, communication stops... without form, you have everybody burbling on to themselves, whenever and however, things that no one else can understand and - rightly - no one else is interested in.

I don't think I can do this - painting under observation. It's the worst thing there is, worse than being in the hospital.

Now that we do not have priests and philosophers any more, artists are the most important people in the world.