It was always my intention that The Frieze should be housed in a room which would provide a suitable architectural frame for it.

I should have considered it wrong to have finished the Frieze before the room for its accommodation and the funds for its completion were available.

I find it difficult to imagine an afterlife, such as Christians, or at any rate many religious people, conceive it, believing that the conversations with relatives and friends interrupted here on earth will be continued in the hereafter.

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

When I paint, I never think of selling. People simply fail to understand that we paint in order to experiment and to develop ourselves as we strive for greater heights.

By painting colors and lines and forms seen in quickened mood I was seeking to make this mood vibrate as a phonograph does. This was the origin of the paintings in The Frieze of Life.

I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.