I was walking down the road with two friends when the sun set; suddenly, the sky turned as red as blood. I stopped and leaned against the fence, feeling unspeakably tired. Tongues of fire and blood stretched over the bluish black fjord. My friends went on walking, while I lagged behind, shivering with fear. Then I heard the enormous infinite scream of nature.
Edvard MunchA person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.
Edvard MunchThe camera will never compete with the brush and the palette, until such time as photographs can be taken in Heaven or Hell.
Edvard Munch