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What Do You Think An Artist Is? An Imbecile Who Has Only His Eyes If He's A Painter, Or Ears If He's A Musician, Or A Lyre At Every Level Of His Heart If He's A Poet, Or Even, If He's A Boxer, Just His Muscles? On The Contrary, He's At The Same Time A Political Being, Constantly Alive To Heart-rending, Burning, Or Happy Events In The World.

A Painter Is A Man Who Paints What He Sells; An Artist, On The Other Hand, Is A Man Who Sells What He Paints.

Why Do Two Colors, Put One Next To The Other, Sing?

They Are Not Men, They Are Not Women, They Are Americans.

I Have Never Had Time For The Idea Of Searching. Whenever I Wanted To Express Something, I Did So Without Thinking Of The Past Or The Future.