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

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…

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

I can't exactly describe the sensations, but they're entirely human and perhaps have nothing to do with aesthetics.