My father was temperamentally nervous and obsessively religiousโto the point of psychoneurosis. From him I inherited the seeds of madness. The angels of fear, sorrow, and death stood by my side since the day I was born.
Edvard MunchAll art, literature, and music must be born in your heart's blood. Art is your heart's blood.
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 MunchYouth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes.
Edvard MunchI was walking along a road one evening โ on one side lay the city, and below me was the fjord. The sun went down โ the clouds were stained red, as if with blood. I felt as though the whole of nature was screaming โ it seemed as though I could hear a scream. I painted that picture, painting the clouds like real blood. The colours screamed.
Edvard Munch