You Mustn't Always Believe What I Say.

He Was An Afghan Hound Name Kabul. Since Him I Have Had Other Afghan Hounds.... Perhaps I Am Looking For His Ghost. He Is The Only One That I Sometimes Think About. Often, If He Comes In To My Mind When I Am Working, It Alters What I Do. The Nose On The Face I Am Drawing Gets Longer And Sharper. The Hair Of The Woman I Am Sketching Gets Longer And Fluffy, Resting Against Her Cheeks Like His Ears Rested Against His Head.

If Everybody Is Looking For It, Then Nobody Is Finding It. If We Were Cultured, We Would Not Be Conscious Of Lacking Culture. We Would Regard It As Something Natural And Would Not Make So Much Fuss About It. And If We Knew The Real Value Of This Word We Would Be Cultured Enough Not To Give It So Much Importance.

People Don't Realize What They Have When They Own A Picture By Me. Each Picture Is A Phial With My Blood. That Is What Has Gone Into It.

Now There Is Fame! Of All - Hunger, Misery, The Incomprehension By The Public - Fame Is By Far The Worst. It Is The Castigation Of God By The Artist. It Is Sad. It Is True.

Something Sacred, That's It. We Ought To Be Able To Say That Such And Such A Painting Is As It Is, With Its Capacity For Power, Because It Is "touched By God."