The more famous I get, the more I am tolerated, albeit with some head-shaking.

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

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

In an age in which the classic words of the Surrealists— 'As beautiful as the unexpected meeting, on a dissecting table, of a sewing machine and an umbrella'—can become reality and perfectly achievable with an atom bomb, so too has there been a surge of interest in biomechanoids

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

You know I was curious - I was interested in all kinds of mystery or deeper meanings in the paintings because I myself have not analyzed why they have turned out like this or like that.

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