Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life. – Edvard Munch
No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love. – Edvard Munch
I have no fear of photography as long as it cannot be used in heaven and in hell. – Edvard Munch
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity. – Edvard Munch
The second, and I think this is the much more overt and I think it is the main cause, I have been increasingly demonstrating or trying to demonstrate that every possible stance a critic, a scholar, a teacher can take towards a poem is itself inevitably and necessarily poetic. – Harold Bloom