My hair is such a statement that it's like a neon sign asking for trouble.
The landscape with its violent, pure colours dazzled and blinded me. I was always uncertain.
Wherever I go I need a period of incubation so that I may learn the essence of nature, which never wishes to be understood or yield herself.
What still concerns me the most is: am I on the right track, am I making progress, am I making mistakes in art?
A young man who is unable to commit a folly is already an old man.
Do not copy nature too much. Art is an abstraction.
Art = a mad search for individualism.
Life has its ups and downs, and time has to be your partner. Really, time is your soul mate.
There's something about an American soldier you can't explain. They're so grateful for anything, even a film actress coming to see them.
God uses those who seem ill-fitted for a significant life.
Farewell” is not the word that you would like to hear from your mother as you are being led to the dungeon by 2 oversize mice in black hoods. Words that you would like to hear are “Take me instead, I will go to the dungeon in my sons place. ” There is a great deal of comfort in those words.