It took me time to understand my water lilies. I had planted them for the pleasure of it; I grew them without ever thinking of painting them.

Despite my extremely modest prices, dealers and art lovers are turning their backs on me. It is very depressing to see the lack of interest shown in an art object which has no market value.

Without the fog, London would not be a beautiful city. It is fog that gives it its magnificent amplitude...its regular and massive blocks become grandiose in that mysterious mantle.

I want the unobtainable. Other artists paint a bridge, a house, a boat, and that's the end. They are finished. I want to paint the air which surrounds the bridge, the house, the boat, the beauty of the air in which these objects are located, and that is nothing short of impossible.

Color is my day-long obsession, joy and torment.

My garden is my most beautiful masterpiece

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