To the one party, woman is always heresy and diabolical. To me, the opposite.

I always dream a painting like that, with a group of lively figures of the pals.

When I have a terrible need of - shall I say the word - religion. Then I go out and paint the stars.

The great artist is the simplifier.

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.

It always strikes me, and it is very peculiar, that, whenever we see the image of indescribable and unutterable desolation—of loneliness, poverty, and misery, the end and extreme of things—the thought of God comes into one's mind.

My brushwork is quite unsystematic. I slam the paint on in all sorts of ways and leave each result to take care of itself.