"My art is rooted in a single reflection: why am I not as others are? Why was there a curse on my cradle? Why did I come into the world without a choice?"

"I walked along the road with two friends – the sun went down – I felt a gust of melancholy – suddenly the sky turned a bloody red. I stopped, leaned against the railing, tired to death – over the blue…"

"For as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep sense of anxiety which I have tried to express in my art."

"Every person is a universe."

"Had I been in possession of the as yet undiscovered little remote telephone which one carries around in one's pocket, you would have long ago received communications from me."