The canvas isn’t empty. It’s full of whatever you imagine it to be full of. My art is so conceptual that not only do I not tell, but I don’t even show. All I do...

I need my tropical square boots, and a fish that when it swims looks like my squiggly signature. Also, I could go for a cup of coffee.

I don’t think I have a signature.

We do not counterfeit his own signature, but his nature. (On ne contrefait sa propre – Signature, mais sa nature.)

I should charge my bank money every time I endorse the back of a check. What is the going rate these days for the autograph of an aspiring writer?