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

The more you fail, the more you succeed. It is only when everything is lost and - instead of giving up - you go on, that you experience the momentary prospect of some slight progress. Suddenly you have the feeling - be it an illusion or not - that something new has opened up.

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 is impossible to do a thing the way I see it because the closer I get the more differently I see.

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

The form is always the measure of the obsession.

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