"I sense the presence of death everywhere."

"Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life."

"And I live with the dead – my mother, my sister [Sophie], my grandfather, my father [who died in 1889, when Munch was in France].. . Every day is the same – my friends have stopped coming – their laug…"

"I remained immobile trembling from anguish and I heard bounce through nature an immense infinite scream."

"I think I am suited only to paint pictures so I know that I must choose between love—and my work."