What are you? What am I? Those are the questions that constantly persecute and torment me and perhaps also play some part in my art.

Art is creative for the sake of realization, not for amusement... for transfiguration, not for the sake of play.

What I want to show in my work is the idea which hides itself behind so-called reality.

There is nothing I hate more than sentimentality.

It was so wonderful outside that even the wild senselessness of this enormous death, whose music I hear again and again, could not disturb me from my great enjoyment!

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.

Love in an animal sense is an illness, but a necessity which one has to overcome.