Now there is fame! Of all - hunger, misery, the incomprehension by the public - fame is by far the worst. It is the castigation of God by the artist. It is sad. It is true.

The older you get the stronger the wind gets - and it's always in your face.

The artist is a receptacle for emotions that come from all over the place: from the sky, from the earth, from a scrap of paper, from a passing shape, from a spider's web.

You mustn't always believe what I say. Questions tempt you to tell lies, particularly when there is no answer.

Art is a leap into the dark.

I never calculate. That is why those who do, calculate so much less accurately than I.

Have you noticed that bones are always modeled and not carved, that you always have the impression they come from a mold, that they were first modeled in clay? Any bone you look at, you always find fingerprints on it.