One Of Ennui's Most Terribel Components Is

Say Anything You Want Against The Seventh Seal. My Fear Of Death - This Infantile Fixation Of Mine - Was, At That Moment, Overwhelming. I Felt Myself In Contact With Death Day And Night, And My Fear Was Tremendous. When I Finished The Picture, My Fear Went Away. I Have The Feeling Simply Of Having Painted A Canvas In An Enormous Hurry - With Enormous Pretension But Without Any Arrogance. I Said, 'here Is A Painting; Take It, Please.'

There's Always A Tension In Me Between My Urge To Destroy And My Will To Live... Every Morning I Wake Up With A New Wrath, A New Suspiciousness, A New Desire To Live.

I Think I Have Made Just One Picture That I Really Like.

The Older I Become, The More I Think About My Mother.

Perhaps We Are The Same Person. Perhaps We Have No Limits; Perhaps We Flow Into Each Other, Stream Through Each Other, Boundlessly And Magnificently. You Bear Terrible Thoughts; It Is Almost Painful To Be Near You. At The Same Time It Is Enticing. Do You Know Why?