Insults are pouring down on me as thick as hail.

The attacks of which I have been the object have broken the spring of life in me... People don't realize what it feels like to be constantly insulted.

The country only has charms for those not obliged to stay there.

There is only one true thing: instantly paint what you see. When you've got it, you've got it. When you haven't, you begin again. All the rest is humbug.

There are no lines in nature, only areas of colour, one against another.

Color is a matter of taste and of sensitivity.