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.

Once the object has been constructed, I have a tendency to rediscover in it, transformed and displaced, images, impressions, facts which have deeply moved me (often without my knowing it).

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

It was always disappointing to see that what I could really master in terms of form boiled down to so little.

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 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.

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.