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
Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life. – Edvard Munch
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity. – Edvard Munch
I build a kind of wall between myself and t he model so that I can paint in peace behind it. Otherwise, she might say something that confuses and distracts me. – Edvard Munch
Contemplative and bookish men must of necessity be more quarrelsome than others, because they contend not about matter of fact, nor can determine their controversies by any certain witnesses, nor judges. But as long as they go towards peace, that is Truth, it is no matter which way. – John Donne