I am against the idea of the end, that everything culminates in paradise or judgment.

But I believe above all that I wanted to build the palace of my memory, because my memory is my only homeland.

What does the artist do? He draws connections. He ties the invisible threads between things. He dives into history, be it the history of mankind, the geological history of the Earth or the beginning and end of the manifest cosmos.

I might have been born into a very literal sense of chaos, but in fact that state is true of all of us.

Art is difficult. Its not entertainment.

Art really is something very difficult. It is difficult to make, and it is sometimes difficult for the viewer to understand. It is difficult to work out what is art and what is not art.

When, at the end of the 1960s, I became interested in the Nazi era, it was a taboo subject in Germany. No one spoke about it anymore, no more in my house than anywhere else.