The more famous I get, the more I am tolerated, albeit with some head-shaking.

There is hope and a kind of beauty in there somewhere, if you look for it.

A good many people think as I do. If they like my work they are creative . . . or they are crazy.

You get talent when you discover the ground of your pain.

My paintings seem to make the strongest impression on people who are, well, who are crazy.

Some people say my work is often depressing and pessimistic, with the emphasis on death, blood, overcrowding, strange beings and so on, but I don't really think it is.

The Dutch customs once thought my pictures were photos. Where on earth did they think I could have photographed my subjects? In Hell, perhaps?

I like elegance. I like art nouveau; a stretched line or curve. These things are very much in the foreground of my work.

The creature we finally ended up building is biomechanical to the extent that he has physically grown into, or maybe even out of, his seat, - he's integrated totally into the function he performs.

You know I was curious - I was interested in all kinds of mystery or deeper meanings in the paintings because I myself have not analyzed why they have turned out like this or like that.

You know, it was just another presentation of my work, and a funny one, because the cards are quite different from the normal Tarot deck, no?

Your confidence kills your fears when they appear. Your competence makes them not to appear at all. Be bold

Success is climbing all the way up failure’s steep ladder.

I was beginning to agree with the thesis that some truths were better off dead.And buried.

How has Paul kept his wonder? He never forgot who he had been.

But I've swallowed my pride before, that's for sure. I'm practically lined with my mistakes on the inside like a bad-wallpapered bathroom.

I do not understand how you humans can walk in shoes that are that tall.” “Its my motto,” said Isabelle, with a sultry smile. “Nothing less than seven inches.

A dog pours a pitcher of love into the lonesome spots of your life.

I have attended operas, whenever I could not help it, for fourteen years now; I am sure I know of no agony comparable to the listening to an unfamiliar opera.

A mutual misunderstanding.

I think people like to exaggerate about the number of takes you do.