If we master a bit of drawing, everything else is possible.

Only reality interests me now and I know I could spend the rest of my life in copying a chair.

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.

That's the terrible thing: the more one works on a picture, the more impossible it becomes to finish it.

The head is what matters. The rest of the body plays the part of antennae making life possible for people and life itself is inside the skull.

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.

The older I grow, the more I find myself alone.