I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked.
Edvard MunchI learned early about the misery and dangers of life, and about the afterlife, about the external punishment which awaited the children of sin in Hell.
Edvard MunchThe notes I have made are not a diary in the ordinary sense, but partly lengthy records of my spiritual experiences, and partly poems in prose.
Edvard MunchThe rich man who gives, steals twice over. First he steals the money and then the hearts of men.
Edvard Munch