Only reality interests me now and I know I could spend the rest of my life in copying a chair.

Artistically I am still a child with a whole life ahead of me to discover and create. I want something, but I won't know what it is until I succeed in doing it.

If only someone else could paint what I see, it would be marvellous, because then I wouldn't have to paint at all.

I don't want to spend the rest of my life giving speeches.

My life now could not be better.

I don't know if I work in order to do something, or in order to know why I can't do what I want to do.