Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We're afraid.' 'Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We will fall!' 'Come to the edge.' And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew.
Without artists, the order which we find in nature, and which is only an effect of art, would at once vanish.
French painting today is the only school which counts; only it plunders the universe for the logic of the great traditions, only it is full of life.
A structure becomes architectural, and not sculptural, when its elements no longer have their justification in nature.
I don't want to work. I want to smoke.