If we had never met Picasso, would Cubism have been what it is? I think not. The meeting with Picasso was a circumstance in our lives.

Truth exists; only lies are invented.

Thanks to the oval I have discovered the meaning of the horizontal and the vertical.

There is only one valuable thing in art: the thing you cannot explain.

Art is a wound turned into light.

The painter thinks in terms of form and color. The goal is not to be concerned with the reconstitution of an anecdotal fact, but with constitution of a pictorial fact.

The painting is finished when the idea has disappeared.

Reality only reveals itself when it is illuminated by a ray of poetry.

A painting without something disturbing in it – what's that?.

Art is polymorphic. A picture appears to each onlooker under a different guise.

When objects shattered into fragments appeared in my painting about 1909, this for me was a way of getting closest to the object... Fragmentation helped me to establish space and movement in space.

Imagine what could happen if we all had the heart to be who we truly are.

I had a marriage that I came to in the same way everybody else comes to a marriage. We all take chances when we get married.

Whenever I date a guy, I think, 'Is this the man I want my children to spend their weekends with?'

I really don't get nervous when I perform - it's more of an exciting feeling than anything else. But put me in a classroom with kids my age and have me take a test and yeah, I'll be nervous!

I want to see riots! I want to see the kind of riots where cab drivers are afraid to pick up white people! I want to see this guy!

Nature eventually has her own way, so perhaps the best procedure is to accept what old Mother Nature or God, if you will, dictates. Accept it and you'll get along better.

What people do who go into politics I can't think; it drives me almost mad to see mismanagement over only a few hundred acres.

The dream never stops But I see the end before I wake up.

At religious instruction classes, I encountered The Pilgrims Progress by John Bunyan, and the sincerity of the traveller in that book was overwhelming.

There is no point in competing with young talent...I just concentrate on getting better each day.