No amount of skillful invention can replace the essential element of imagination.

Maybe I am slightly inhuman ... all I ever wanted to do was to paint sunlight on the side of a house.

Unconsciously, probably, I was painting the loneliness of a large city.

Whom did I meet? Nobody. I'd heard of Gertrude Stein, but I don't remember having heard of Picasso at all. I used to go to the cafes at night and sit and watch…