We are not disillusioned because we have no illusions... What we have and what is our strength, is our joy in life... in all its amoral aspects. That is also the basis of our contemporary art.

Everything is in constant flux, from state to state, from good to bad and back again... only in transmutation, perpetual motion, lies truth.

A creative train of thought is set off by: the unexpected, the unknown, the accidental, the disorderly, the absurd, the impossible.

Beautiful, ugly, impressive, disgusting, meaningless, grim, contradictory etc … It makes no difference, as long as it is life, vigorously pouring forth.

We are sparks that must glow as brightly as possible.

To break and be able to grow together again in a better way: that is the difficult art.

The significance of something lies in its presence here and now. I don't care what it has been or what it will become. It is the experience of things that matters, the confrontation with things.

Being an artist is being an isolated individual.

To make the material speak to man in the name of man, this is the aim and reality of art.

The artist's interest cannot be restricted to a single field; he must seek the highest perception of everything, of the whole and its details.

I act with full responsibility and after extensive reflection.

It is either an exciting or scary time to be a leader.

I’m always thinking about creating. My future starts when I wake up in the morning and see the light.

Intuition is the highest form of intelligence, transcending all individual abilities and skills

When my mother had to get dinner for 8 she'd just make enough for 16 and only serve half.

We do not err because truth is difficult to see. It is visible at a glance. We err because this is more comfortable.

The closest I ever came to getting married was just before I started singing. In fact, my first record saved my neck.

Ya know it was a toss-up whether I go in for diamonds or sing in the choir. The choir lost.

I always enjoy being the obvious homunculus of the pair.

He took both of my hands, twisting to face me more fully on the flattened box beneath us, and again the colors in his irises seemed to pulse with my heartbeat.

Jesus loves the world, as do I.