The more ugly, older, more cantankerous, more ill and poorer I become, the more I try to make amends by making my colours more vibrant, more balanced and beaming.

I am seeking, I am striving, I am in it with all my heart.

Describing Starry Night: Firmament and planets both disappeared, but the mighty breath which gives life to all things and in which all is bound up remained.

One must never let the fire go out in one's soul, but keep it burning.

If your inner voice is telling you that you can't paint, by all means, hurry up and paint and silence the voice.

Someday death will take us to another star.

What is drawing? How does one get there? It's working one's way through an invisible iron wall that seems to stand between what one feels and what one can do. How can one get through that wall? - since hammering on it doesn't help at all. In my view, one must undermine the wall and grind through it slowly and patiently.