I have forced myself to contradict myself in order to avoid conforming to my own taste.

I was highly attracted to chess for forty or forty-five years; then, little by little, my enthusiasm lessened.

Artists of all times are like the gamblers of Monte Carlo, and this blind lottery allows some to succeed and ruins others. In my opinion, neither the winners nor the losers are worth worrying about.

What art is, in reality, is this missing link, not the links which exist. It's not what you see that is art; art is the gap.

A game of chess is a visual and plastic thing, and if it isn't geometric in the static sense of the word, it is mechanical, since it moves. It's a drawing; it's a mechanical reality.

A painting that doesn't shock isn't worth painting.