There is a metaphysical honour in ending the world's absurdity. Conquest or play-acting, multiple loves, absurd revolt are tributes that man pays to his dignity in a campaign in which he is defeated in advance.... War cannot be negated. One must live it or die of it. So it is with the absurd: it is a question of breathing with it, of recognizing its lessons and recovering their flesh. In this regard the absurd joy par excellence is creation. "Art and nothing but art", said Nietzsche, "we have art in order not to die of the truth."

Sometimes at night I would sleep open-eyed underneath a sky dripping with stars. I was alive then.

To be happy, we must not be too concerned with others.

In order to exist, man must rebel, but rebellion must respect the limits that it discovers in itself - limits where minds meet, and in meeting, begin to exist.

I had only a little time left and I didn't want to waste it on God.

Without work, all life goes rotten. But when work is soulless, life stifles and dies.

It is not your paintings I like, it is your painting.