They ought to put out the eyes of painters as they do goldfinches in order that they can sing better.

When I die, it will be a shipwreck, and as when a huge ship sinks, many people all around will be sucked down with it.

Why do two colors, put one next to the other, sing? Can one really explain this? no. Just as one can never learn how to paint.

I simply painted images of what was before my eyes; it is for others to find hidden meaning in them.

Art is a lie that makes us realise truth ... that is given us to understand.

There's nothing more difficult than a line.

One cannot be a sorcerer all the time. How could one live?