The greatest mystery of all is reality.

What matters is real love for things of the world outside us and for the deep secrets within us.

In principle, any abstraction of the object is allowed which has a sufficiently strong creative power behind it.

If you wish to get hold of the invisible you must penetrate as deeply as possible into the visible.

My heart beats more for a raw, average vulgar art, which doesn't live between sleepy fairy-tale moods and poetry but rather concedes a direct entrance to the fearful, commonplace, splendid and the average grotesque banality in life.

There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality.

One of my problems is to find the self.