The daily life of a genius, his sleep, his digestion, he ecstasies, his nails, his colds, his blood, his life and death are essentially different from the rest of mankind.

We are all hungry and thirsty for concrete images.

There comes a moment in every person's life when they realise they adore me.

If I'm going to be anything more than average, if anyone is going to remember me, then I need to go further, in art, in life, in everything!

When the creations of a genius collide with the mind of a layman, and produce an empty sound, there is little doubt as to which is at fault.

[My art is] capable of liberating man from the tyranny of the 'practical, rational world.'

People love mystery, and that is why they love my paintings.