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

I found one had to do some work every day, even at midnight, because either you're professional or you're not.

I felt the most intense pleasure in piercing the stone in order to make an abstract form and space; quite a different sensation from that of doing it for the purpose of realism.

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

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.

Body experience... is the centre of creation.