All important things in art have always originated from the deepest feeling about the mystery of Being.

I am seeking for the bridge which leans from the visible to the invisible through reality.

Art is creative for the sake of realization, not for amusement... for transfiguration, not for the sake of play.

The important thing is first of all to have a real love for the visible world that lies outside ourselves as well as to know the deep secret of what goes on within ourselves.

My figures come and go, suggested by fortune or misfortune. I try to fix them divested of their apparent accidental quality.

Painting constantly appeared to me as the one and only possible achievement.

There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality.

What are you? What am I? Those are the questions that constantly persecute and torment me and perhaps also play some part in my art.

Space, and space again, is the infinite deity which surrounds us and in which we are ourselves contained.

Height, width, and depth are the three phenomena which I must transfer into one plane to form the abstract surface of the picture, and thus to protect myself from the infinity of space.

The stronger and more intense my desire becomes to capture and record that which is unsayable, the more tightly my mouth stays shut.

Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter, sermons and soda water the day after.

You have not lived today until you have done something for someone who can never repay you.

She gave me a hug and for a second I was embraced by a body that makes me want to go home and never eat again.

I did not get over the loss of my loved ones; rather, I absorbed the loss into my life, like soil receives decaying matter, until it became a part of who I am.

As I continued to fall into the dark void, embraced by the vault of the heavens, I sang to the beauty of the stars and made my peace with the darkness.

Historians are like deaf people who go on answering questions that no one has asked them.

It was only for two years, and I jumped from family to family. It's very scary.

Small towns are like metronomes; with the slightest flick, the beat changes.

When people want to inspire you to turn against some group of people, they'll often use empathy.

It a wretched thing to suffer at the hand of one of whom we cannot complain.