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

I felt as if there were invisible threads connecting us - I felt the invisible strands of her hair still winding around me - and thus as she disappeared completely beyond the sea - I still felt it, felt the pain where my heart was bleeding - because the threads could not be severed.

Colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.

Oil-painting is a developed technique. Why go backwards?

My breakthrough came very late in life, really only starting when I was 50...I had the strength for new deeds and ideas.

In common with Michelangelo and Rembrandt I am more interested in the line, its rise and fall, than in color

From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.