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.

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

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.

I don't know if I work in order to do something, or in order to know why I can't do what I want to do.

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

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.

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.