I don't paint things. I only paint the difference between things.

...I am driven on by an idea that I really only grasp as it grows with the picture.

Ever since there have been men, man has given himself over to too little joy. That alone, my brothers, is our original sin. I should believe only in a God who understood how to dance.

I am curious about color as one would be visiting a new country, because I have never concentrated so closely on color expression. Up to now I have waited at the gates of the temple.

Seeing is in itself a creative act which requires effort.

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

I am unable to make any distinction between the feeling I get from life and the way I translate that feeling into painting.