I see something, find it marvelous, want to try and do it. Whether it fails or whether it comes off in the end becomes secondary. . . . So long as I've learned something about why.

I've tried doing so, for it was never my intention to paint only with gray. But in the course of my work I have eliminated one color after another, and what has remained is gray, gray, gray!

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

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.

In a burning building I would save a cat before a Rembrandt.

Artistically I am still a child with a whole life ahead of me to discover and create. I want something, but I won't know what it is until I succeed in doing it.

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