Everyone's opinions about things change over time. Nothing is constant. Everything changes. And to hold onto some dogged idea forever is a little rig….

My paintings are well-painted, not nimbly but patiently. My painting contains in it the message of pain. I think that at least a few people are inter….

Nothing is absolute. Everything changes, everything moves, everything revolves, everything flies and goes away..

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit..

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving..

Nothing is worth more than laughter. It is strength to laugh and to abandon oneself, to be light. Tragedy is the most ridiculous thing..

Mankind owns its destiny, and its destiny is the earth. We are destroying it until we have no destiny..

Sexism and racism are parallel problems. You can compare them in some ways, but they're not at all the same. But they're both symptoms inside the whi….

pain, pleasure and death are no more than a process for existence. The revolutionary struggle in this process is a doorway open to intelligence.

I wanted to tell you that my whole being opened for you. Since I fell in love with you everything is transformed and is full of beauty... love is lik….

I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have t….

I am not sick. I am broken. But I am happy as long as I can paint..

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me ….

I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better..

I drank to drown my sorrows, but the damned things learned how to swim..

Passion is the bridge that takes you from pain to change..

Can one invent verbs? I want to tell you one: I sky you, so my wings extend so large to love you without measure..

I paint flowers so they will not die..

At the end of the day, we can endure much more than we think we can..

To trap one's self-suffering is to risk being devoured from the inside..

I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of “madness”. Then: I’d arrange flowers, all day long, I’d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I ….