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.

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

The 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.

Through my art I have tried to explain my life and its meaning. I have also intended to help others to clarify their lives.

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.

The camera will never compete with the brush and the palette, until such time as photographs can be taken in Heaven or Hell.

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.