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!

Whores are the most honest girls. They present the bill right away.

If I see everything in gray, and in gray all the colors which I experience and which I would like to reproduce, then why should I use any other color?

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.

What I am looking for is not happiness. I work solely because it is impossible for me to do anything else.

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

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.