I don't grow up. In me is the small child of my early days.

To have peace with this peculiar life; to accept what we do not understand; to wait calmly for what awaits us, you have to be wiser than I am.

Only those who attempt the absurd will achieve the impossible. I think it's in my basement... let me go upstairs and check.

At moments of great enthusiasm it seems to me that no one in the world has ever made something this beautiful and important.

What I give form to in daylight is only one per cent of what I have seen in darkness.

Originality is merely an illusion.

As far as I know, there is no proof whatever of the existence of an objective reality apart from our senses, and I do not see why we should accept the outside world as such solely by virtue of our senses.