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'and then I go into the playground and stop and stand there and look at the snow angels and they are so beautiful, so beautiful that if I tried to paint them it would turn out to be a bad painting, compared to the sight of the snow angels, I think, because that's how it is, that's how it almost always is, what's beautiful in life turns out bad in a painting because it's like there's too much beauty' p.128

'and I think that the only thing I want to do on Christmas Eve is make the day disappear, paint it away, and that's what I do, and I'd rather not eat anything on Christmas Eve either, I just fast, as they call it, and paint, I paint from early in the morning through the whole time I'm awake until night,' p.91-92

'it's as if every picture like that, every last one of the thousands of pictures I have in my head or wherever | have them, is saying something, saying something almost unique and irreplaceable, but it's practically impossible to grasp what the picture is saying, of course I might think that the picture is saying this or that, obviously I can think that, and obviously I do think it,' p.30

'and then I look at the round table over by the window, there are two chairs next to it and one of them, the one on the left, that's where I sat and sit, and the right-hand one was where Ales always sat, when she was still alive, but then she died, too young, and I don't want to think about that, and my sister Alida, she died too young too, and I don't want to think of that either' p.15-16