All art is erotic.
We all know that Art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth at least the truth that is given us to understand. The artist must know the manner whereby to convince others of the truthfulness of his lies.
I do not seek. I find.
I'd like to live like a poor man – only with lots of money.
Without great solitude, no serious work is possible.
We don't grow older, we grow riper.