I thought the war would never end. And perhaps it never did, either.

The cult of individuality and personality, which promotes painters and poets only to promote itself, is really a business. The greater the 'genius' of the personage, the greater the profit.

My drawings and paintings were done as an act of protest; I was trying by means of my work to convince the world that it is ugly, sick and hypocritical.

How did I come to be an artist ? Endless curiosity, observation, research - and a great amount of joy in the thing

Very little changed fundamentally, except that the proud German soldier had turned into a defeated bundle of misery and the great German army had disintegrated.

I had grown up in a humanist atmosphere, and war to me was never anything but horror, mutilation and senseless destruction, and I knew that many great and wise people felt the same way about it.

It's an old ploy of the bourgeoisie. They keep a standing 'art' to defend their collapsing culture.

What can I say about the First World War, a war in which I served as an infantryman, a war I hated at the start and to which I never warmed as it proceeded?

The war was a mirror; it reflected man's every virtue and every vice, and if you looked closely, like an artist at his drawings, it showed up both with unusual clarity.

The neutrality and clarity of an engineering drawing is a better model for teaching about art than all the uncontrollable drivel about the cabbala and metaphysics and the ecstasy of sainthood.

Peace was declared, but not all of us were drunk with joy or stricken blind.

Money may not buy happiness, but I'd rather cry in a Jaguar than on a bus.

He was the guy who always won the game of chicken because his opponents suspected he might actually enjoy a head-on collision.

Shake hands with today

The race that does not value trained intelligence is doomed.

It's important to talk about loving yourself and looking at your tragedies and the stuff that makes you grow.

Human truth is always soiled with falsehood.

God has plans, not problems for our lives.

Losing my mind From this hollow in my heart

Base stealing for me is another sport all by itself. It's a game within a game. I'm the mouse and the cats are trying to trap me.

Deadlines are meant to be broken. And I just keep breaking them.