There is hope and a kind of beauty in there somewhere, if you look for it.

A good many people think as I do. If they like my work they are creative . . . or they are crazy.

You get talent when you discover the ground of your pain.

When the mouth is closed it looks very voluptuous, beautiful. But when it opens its jaws the tongue inside the mouth is more like a spear... also very suggestive... which penetrates the head with greater velocity, snagging bits of brain. From Beauty to the Beast.

The Dutch customs once thought my pictures were photos. Where on earth did they think I could have photographed my subjects? In Hell, perhaps?

My paintings seem to make the strongest impression on people who are, well, who are crazy.

I like elegance. I like art nouveau; a stretched line or curve. These things are very much in the foreground of my work.