Edvard Munch

The colors live a remarkable life of their own after they have been applied to the canvas.

Disease, insanity, and death were the angels that attended my cradle, and since then have followed me throughout my life.

Sickness, insanity and death were the angels that surrounded my cradle and they have followed me throughout my life.

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.

In my childhood I always felt that I was treated unjustly, without a mother, sick, and with the threat of punishment in Hell hanging over my head.

The notes I have made are not a diary in the ordinary sense, but partly lengthy records of my spiritual experiences, and partly poems in prose.

A person himself believes that all the other portraits are good likenesses except the one of himself.

Nature is not only all that is visible to the eye... it also includes the inner pictures of the soul.

I find it difficult to imagine an afterlife, such as Christians, or at any rate many religious people, conceive it, believing that the conversations with relatives and friends interrupted here on earth will be continued in the hereafter.

Death is pitch-dark, but colors are light. To be a painter, one must work with rays of light.