He has found his style, when he cannot do otherwise.

Colour has taken hold of me; no longer do I have to chase after it. I know that it has hold of me forever. That is the significance of this blessed moment

The more horrible this world (as today, for instance), the more abstract our art, whereas a happy world brings forth an art of the here and now.

My hand has become the obedient instrument of a remote will.

There is no substitute for intuition.

I want to be as though new-born, knowing nothing, absolutely nothing about Europe.

All art is a memory of age-old things, dark things, whose fragments live on in the artist.