From the moment I held the box of colors in my hands, I knew this was my life. I threw myself into it like a beast that plunges towards the thing it loves.

Nothing can be accomplished without love.

To look at something as though we had never seen it before requires great courage.

I want to reach that condensation of sensations that constitutes a picture.

Would not it be best to leave room to mystery?

It is with color that you render light, though you must also feel this light, have it within yourself.

There's nothing clinically wrong with me, only an emotional imbalance - I pass too quickly from the wildest enthusiasm to the blackest despair.