Nothing in the whole world is of interest to me but my painting and my flowers.

Apart from painting and gardening, I'm not good at anything.

It is only too easy to catch people's attention by doing something worse than anyone else has dared to do it before.

I can only draw what I see.

No one is an artist unless he carries his picture in his head before painting it, and is sure of his method and composition.

I have made tremendous efforts to work in a darker register and express the sinister and tragic quality of the place, given my natural tendency to work in light and pale tones.

I get madder and madder on giving back what I feel.