All art, literature, and music must be born in your heart's blood. Art is your heart's blood.

A work of art comes only from inside a human being.

Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.

In my childhood I always felt that I was treated unjustly, without a mother, sick, and with the threat of punishment in Hell hanging over my head

A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.

I was walking along a path with two friends - the sun was setting - suddenly the sky turned blood red - I paused, feeling exhausted, and leaned on the fence - there was blood and tongues of fire above the blue-black fjord and the city - my friends walked on, and I stood there trembling with anxiety - and I sensed an infinite scream passing through nature.

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