All the art of the past rises up before me, the art of all ages and all civilizations, everything becomes simultaneous, as if space had replaced time. Memories of works of art blend with affective memories, with my work, with my whole life.

In the past I have never thought about loneliness when working, and I don't think about it now. Yet there must be a reason for the fact that so many people talk about it.

(Art is) the residue of vision.

All the sculptures of today, like those of the past, will end one day in pieces... So it is important to fashion ones work carefully in its smallest recess and charge every particle of matter with life.

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.

The form is always the measure of the obsession.

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