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We Might Adapt For The Artist The Joke About There Being Nothing More Dangerous Than Instruments Of War In The Hands Of Generals. In The Same Way, There Is Nothing More Dangerous Than Justice In The Hands Of Judges, And A Paint Brush In The Hands Of A Painter! Just Think Of The Danger To Society! But Today We Haven't The Heart To Expel The Painters And Poets Because We No Longer Admit To Ourselves That There Is Any Danger In Keeping Them In Our Midst.

-Pablo Picasso

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We Might Adapt For The Artist The Joke About There Being Nothing More Dangerous Than Instruments Of War In The Hands Of Generals. In The Same Way, There Is Nothing More Dangerous Than Justice In The Hands Of Judges, And A Paint Brush In The Hands Of A Painter! Just Think Of The Danger To Society! But Today We Haven't The Heart To Expel The Painters And Poets Because We No Longer Admit To Ourselves That There Is Any Danger In Keeping Them In Our Midst.

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We All Know That Art Is Not Truth. Art Is A Lie That Makes Us Realize Truth At Least The Truth That Is Given Us To Understand. The Artist Must Know The Manner Whereby To Convince Others Of The Truthfulness Of His Lies.

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If I Don't Have Red, I Use Blue.

I Do Not Seek. I Find.

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A Picture Is Not Thought Out And Settled Beforehand. While It Is Being Done It Changes As One's Thoughts Change.

But When I Am Alone, I Do Not Have The Effrontery To Consider Myself An Artist At All, Not In The Grand Old Meaning Of The Word: Giotto, Titian, Rembrandt, Goya Were Great Painters. I Am Only A Public Clown-a Mountebank. I Have Understood My Time And Have Exploited The Imbecility, The Vanity, The Greed Of My Contemporaries. It Is A Bitter Confession, This Confession Of Mine, More Painful Than It May Seem. But At Least And At Last It Does Have The Merit Of Being Honest.

The Best Calculation Is The Absence Of Calculation. Once You Have Attained A Certain Level Of Recognition, Others Generally Figure That When You Do Something, It's For An Intelligent Reason. So It's Really Foolish To Plot Out Your Movements Too Carefully In Advance. You're Better Off Acting Capriciously.

The Purpose Of Art Is Washing The Dust Of Daily Life Off Our Souls.

I Imitate Everyone Except Myself.

If I Could Say This I Wouldn't Have To Paint.

To Find Is The Thing.

Rhythm Is A Perception Of Time... When Drawing, The Tiredness Of The Hand Is A Rhythm.

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Never Copy Yourself, Always Copy Someone Else.

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If You Can Imagine It...it Is Real

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Don't Waste Your Youth Growing Up.

Sex And Art Are The Same Thing.

So There's Only One Tactic For The State: Kill The Seers.

Everything Is A Miracle. It Is A Miracle That One Does Not Dissolve In One's Bath Like A Lump Of Sugar.

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Good Taste Is The Enemy Of Creativity.

It's A Poor Artist Who Borrows--a Good Artist Steals.

For My Part, I Can't Do Anything Else But What I Am Doing.

Everything You Can Imagine Is Real.

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To Model An Object Is To Possess It.

If Everyone Would Paint, Political Re-education Would Be Unnecessary.

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To Draw You Must Close Your Eyes And Sing.

I'm Always Doing Things I Can't Do. That's How I Get To Do Them.

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The Meaning Of Life Is To Find Your Gift. The Purpose Of Life Is To Give It Away.

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It Is Your Work In Life That Is The Ultimate Seduction.

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I've Reached The Moment Where The Movement Of My Thought Interests Me More Than The Thought Itself.

This Idea Of Art For Art's Sake Is A Hoax.

If You Are A Genius And Unsuccessful, Everybody Treats You As If You Were A Genius, But When You Come To Be Successful, When You Commence To Earn Money, When You Are Really Successful, Then Your Family And Everybody No Longer Treats You Like A Genius, They Treat You Like A Man Who Has Become Successful.

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The First Half Of Life Is Learning To Be An Adult-the Second Half Is Learning To Be A Child.

When I Haven't Any Blue I Use Red.

Imitators? All Right! Disciples If You Like. But Disciples Be Damned. It's Not Interesting.

Give Me A Museum And I'll Fill It.

When They Say That I Am Too Old To Make A Thing, I Try To Make It Immediately.

In Art, There Is Neither Past Nor Future. The Art That Is Not In The Present Will Never Be.

Art Sweeps The Everyday Dust From Your Soul.

He Can Who Thinks He Can, And He Can't Who Thinks He Can't. This Is An Inexorable, Indisputable Law.

Positive Thinking

Music And Art Are The Guiding Lights Of The World.

I Am Only A Public Entertainer Who Understands His Time.

Everyone Wants To Understand Art. Why Not Try To Understand The Song Of A Bird? Why Does One Love The Night, Flowers, Everything Around One, Without Trying To Understand Them? But In The Case Of A Painting People Have To Understand. If Only They Would Realize Above All That An Artist Works Of Necessity, That He Himself Is Only A Trifling Bit Of The World, And That No More Importance Should Be Attached To Him Than To Plenty Of Other Things Which Please Us In The World, Though We Can't Explain Them. People Who Try To Explain Pictures Are Usually Barking Up The Wrong Tree.

Style Is Often Something Which Locks The Painter Into The Same Vision, The Same Technique, The Same Formula During Years And Years, Sometimes During One's Whole Lifetime.

The Secret Of Many Of My Deformations - Which Many People Do Not Understand - Is That There Is An Interaction, An Intereffect Between The Lines In A Painting: One Line Attracts The Other And At The Point Of Maximum Attraction The Lines Curve In Toward The Attracting Point And Form Is Altered.

People Don't Realize What They Have When They Own A Picture By Me. Each Picture Is A Phial With My Blood. That Is What Has Gone Into It.

If I Spit, They Will Take My Spit And Frame It As Great Art.

I Paint Objects As I Think Them, Not As I See Them.

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I Am Always Doing That Which I Cannot Do, In Order That I May Learn How To Do It.

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