You can feel the stars and the infinity of the sky since life, in spite of everything, is like a dream.

I am working with the enthusiasm of a man from Marseilles eating bouillabaisse, which shouldn't come as a surprise to you because I am busy painting huge sunflowers.

I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.

The world concerns me only in so far as I have a certain debt and duty to it, because I have lived in it for thirty years and owe to it to leave behind some souvenir in the shape of drawings and paintings – not done to please any particular movement, but within which a genuine human sentiment is expressed.

What preys on my mind is simply this one question: what am I good for, could I not be of service or use in some way?

There is nothing more beautiful than nature early in the morning.

How to achieve such anomalies, such alterations and re-fashionings of reality so what comes out of it are lies, if you like, but lies that are more than literal truth.