My left hand is my thinking hand (image), my right hand my doing hand (sequence).

The United Nations is our conscience. If it succeeds it is our success. If it fails it is our failure.

I love my blocks of marble, always piling up in the yard like a flock of sheep.

I must always have a clear image of the form of a work before I begin. Otherwise there is no impulse to create.

My works are an imitation of my own past and present.

Halfway through any work, one is often tempted to go off on a tangent. Once you have yielded, you will be tempted to yield again and again... Finally, you would only produce something hybrid.

My left hand is my thinking hand. The right is only a motor hand. This holds the hammer. The left hand, the thinking hand, must be relaxed, sensitive. The rhythms of thought pass through the fingers and grip of this hand into the stone.