"I have been so often misunderstood, and my art has been called sick, morbid, and ugly."

"No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love."

"The strange light illuminated all those night-time meetings that took place in every imaginable sort of café; the lips mouthing defiant words, heedless of restraint or consequence, often overbearing a…"

"Art is a way to stop time."

"To die is as if one's eyes had been put out and one cannot see anything any more. Perhaps it is like being shut in a cellar. One is abandoned by all. They have slammed the door and are gone. One does …"