There is a battle that goes on between men and women. Many people call it love. — Edvard Munch Copy Share Image
When I paint, I never think of selling. People simply fail to understand that we paint in order to experiment and to develop ourselves… — Edvard Munch Copy Share Image
For as long as I can remember I have suffered from a deep feeling of anxiety which I have tried to express in my… — Edvard Munch Copy Share Image
The Academies of Art are nothing but great painting factories - those with talent are fed in at one end, and they come out… — Edvard Munch Copy Share Image
I was walking along a road one evening – on one side lay the city, and below me was the fjord. The sun went down – the clouds were stained red, as if with blood. I felt as though the whole of nature was screaming – it seemed as though I could hear a scream. I painted that picture, painting… — Edvard Munch Copy Share
I was walking along the road with two friends. The sun set. I felt a tinge of melancholy. Suddenly the sky became a bloody… — Edvard Munch Copy Share Image
The notes I have made are not a diary in the ordinary sense, but partly lengthy records of my spiritual experiences, and partly poems… — Edvard Munch Copy Share Image
I sense a scream passing through nature. I painted ... the clouds as actual blood. The colour shrieked. — Edvard Munch Copy Share Image
Youth must go ahead and prosper. These young painters are all very talented people, but they all paint frescoes. — Edvard Munch Copy Share Image
But can they [great works] get rid of the worm that lies gnawing at the roots of my heart? No, never. — Edvard Munch Copy Share Image
My fear of life is necessary to me, as is my illness. Without anxiety and illness, I am a ship without a rudder. My… — Edvard Munch Copy Share Image
It would be quite amusing to preach a bit to all those people who for many years now have been looking at our paintings and either laughed or shook their heads reproachfully. They do not believe that these impressions, these instant sensations, could contain even the smallest grain of sanity. If a tree is red or blue, or a face… — Edvard Munch Copy Share