It was always disappointing to see that what I could really master in terms of form boiled down to so little.

All I can do will only ever be a faint image of what I see and my success will always be less than my failure or perhaps equal to the failure.

When I see a head from a great distance, it ceases to be a sphere and becomes an extreme confusion falling down into the abyss.

If only someone else could paint what I see, it would be marvellous, because then I wouldnt have to paint at all.

I paint and sculpt to get a grip on reality... to protect myself.

I don't know who I am or who I was. I know it less than ever. I do and I don't identify myself with myself. Everything is totally contradictory, but maybe I have remained exactly as I was as a small boy of twelve.

In a fire, between a Rembrandt and a cat, I would save the cat.