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

If only someone else could paint what I see, it would be marvellous, because then I wouldnt have to paint at all.

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

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.

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.

When you look at art made by other people, you see what you need to see in it.

The more I work, the more I see things differently, that is, everything gains in grandeur every day, becomes more and more unknown, more and more beautiful. The closer I come, the grander it is, the more remote it is.