When It Comes Right Down To It,

When I Paint A Woman In An Armchair, The Armchair Is There To Show Illness And Death-or As A Protection.

I'd Like To Live As A Poor Man With Lots Of Money.

I Who Have Been Involved With All Styles Of Painting Can Assure You That The Only Things That Fluctuate Are The Waves Of Fashion Which Carry The Snobs And Speculators; The Number Of True Connoisseurs Remains More Or Less The Same.

We Artists Are Indestructible; Even In A Prison, Or In A Concentration Camp, I Would Be Almighty In My Own World Of Art, Even If I Had To Paint My Pictures With My Wet Tongue On The Dusty Floor Of My Cell.

I Have Had No True Friends, Only Lovers.