Are we to paint what’s on the face, what’s inside the face, or what’s behind it?

Computers are useless. They can only give you answers.

We artists are indestructible; even in a prison, or in a concentration camp, I would be almighty in my own world of art, even if I had to paint my pictures with my wet tongue on the dusty floor of my cell.

Everything you can imagine is real.

I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it.

I don’t believe in accidents. There are only encounters in history. There are no accidents.

My mother said to me, ‘If you are a soldier, you will become a general. If you are a monk, you will become the Pope.’ Instead, I was a painter, and became Picasso.

There are only two types of women – goddesses and doormats.

Work is a necessity for man. Man invented the alarm clock.

Art is never chaste. It ought to be forbidden to ignorant innocents, never allowed into contact with those not sufficiently prepared. Yes, art is dangerous. Where it is chaste, it is not art.

I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once we grow up.

Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.

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